Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love

Molly Wellington had no time to think and hurried down from the third floor.

As she reached the staircase on the first floor, she ran into someone she didn’t want to see.

"Ah, Secretary Wellington, you finally showed up! We were all worried about you these days..."

A noticeably gloating voice came from the other end of the corridor.

This gloating voice could only belong to Stella Brown, leaving no other choice.

Molly Wellington’s face turned cold, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, as she looked at Stella Brown with a gaze like she was looking at an idiot.

From beginning to end, she never cared about Stella Brown, who fancied herself as someone picking a quarrel.

She didn’t care in the past, and she doesn’t care now, so she was always too lazy to deal with her.

If she had known earlier how foolish and clingy this woman was, she would have had Charles Taylor fire Stella Brown first thing in the morning.

"Secretary Wellington, why are you looking at me like that? Is it because Redington Young Master left you, so you’re upset? Actually, you don’t need to be sad. Redington Young Master was only playing with you, his departure was inevitable."

Stella Brown approached, her smile seeming kind and innocent, but Molly Wellington knew clearly what malice was hidden beneath such a smile.

"..." Molly Wellington didn’t want to respond to her.

She wasn’t sure about Abraham Redington’s situation; if she wanted to ask, she would go to Ray Mckinley.

Rather than seeking information from this woman who appeared out of nowhere, babbling nonsense in front of her.

Molly Wellington ignored Stella Brown and walked past her with a cold face.

"Molly Wellington... why are you being so arrogant! This time, it was really our own eyes that saw Redington Young Master leave. Don’t think that just because you took care of him, you’re so great."

Being far from the conference room, Stella Brown wasn’t afraid of her sharp words being overheard by others.

"To tell you the truth, you were just someone Redington Young Master used! He left a long time ago, not caring about you at all!"

Stella Brown grabbed Molly Wellington’s left wrist, preventing her from leaving.

When Molly Wellington wasn’t seen earlier, people didn’t know where she had gone.

But a few days later, those downstairs slowly noticed something amiss.

Ray Mckinley would deliver meals upstairs every day, and the tableware set was for two.

Because of this, people speculated that Redington Young Master and Secretary Wellington were upstairs.

Later, these rumors grew increasingly intense, eventually affecting work.

For this reason, Mr. Mckinley specifically explained that Redington Young Master was ill, and Molly Wellington was upstairs taking care of him.

Humph, taking care?

Stella Brown didn’t believe it. She feared it was some unwritten rule, something Molly Wellington excelled at, using her body to climb up the ladder for resources.

Therefore, Stella Brown would wait idly by the staircase every day.

This morning, she saw Redington Young Master come downstairs, and now she saw Molly Wellington.

Humph, Molly Wellington, her good days are over!

Just earlier, through Sylvia’s connection, people from Headquarters had already arrived.

Molly Wellington, she should prepare to be fired!

As Stella Brown held onto Molly Wellington, intending to drag her to the conference room, she suddenly felt something hard scrape against her palm.

"Ouch..." her palm hurt, and Stella Brown released her grip.

She was about to accuse Molly Wellington of intentionally hurting her, but once she looked down at the object on Molly Wellington’s left finger, she nearly turned dumbstruck.

Stella Brown: "This... this is... Molly Wellington, you actually dared to steal Redington Young Master’s thing!"

Annoyed by Stella Brown’s surprising tone, Molly Wellington’s face darkened further.

She had no idea what Stella Brown was fussing over, how could she possibly steal something from Abraham Redington?

Molly Wellington followed Stella Brown’s gaze.

And in that instant of looking down, she froze.

On her left ring finger, a large diamond ring.

Pure in color, flawless, and sparkling.

With Molly Wellington’s eye for jewelry, this diamond could indeed be considered a precious collection.

So, when did this diamond ring, which must be over ten carats, end up on her hand?

[Update on September 29th complete, see you tomorrow night~]