CHAPTER 112

Natalie shrieked loudly as Paul spat out his drink on her dress, her voice cutting through the noise of the lounge. “What the hell, Paul!” she screamed, frantically wiping at the stain spreading across her designer outfit. “Look what you’ve done!”

“Hey, babe, calm down,” Tristan began in a bid to reassure her but she cut him short. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” She rose from her seat after saying this, and with a furious glare directed at Paul, she stormed off to the restroom to clean up herself

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Meanwhile, Paul remained frozen in his seat, still clutching his phone tightly as if he expected Martha to call back and tell him it had all been a joke. Minutes passed without him getting a call back, and the reality of his situation sank in—He had been fired. His face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion as he glanced at Adrian, who was watching him with an infuriatingly calm expression.

“How did he know?” Paul whispered to himself in confusion, and his mind raced with the