Drowning Him In Regret novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Something Happened Again

The people from Design Department Three didn’t look too happy, but I ignored them and went straight back to my office.

Not long after, Casey sent me a message.

[Someone tried to get on my good side. Seems like they want to come with us but don’t want to offend the mistress.]

[Don’t worry about me. Their little tricks won’t work on me. Relax.]

I replied with an emoji, then turned to my team to ask what they wanted to eat.

The folks in the design department were mostly young. Even the more senior designers were lively and easygoing, so it didn’t take long before we settled on pizza.

The fourth floor of Central Mall was packed with restaurants. After work, we headed straight to the pizza place.

Just as we arrived at the entrance, Vivian appeared with the team from Department Three, gracefully walking toward us.

She said, “Ada, you’re still Mrs. Carson, and you’re treating everyone to this? Seriously. Only students like this kind of food. How much can it even cost?”

I was long used to her passive–aggressive tone, so I didn’t take it to heart.

It was true that Jude had transferred me 300 thousand dollars. Without that money, I might’ve hesitated over even treating them to pizza.

Ellen stepped up and gave her an eye roll. “We like pizza!”

A few others quickly chimed in.

“If you look down on pizza, then don’t you ever eat it again!”

“You’ve got money, so why aren’t you treating us?”

“What’s someone from the secretary department doing in design? Trying to win people over?”

Vivian looked at them with utter disdain.

She mocked. “You eat whatever kind of food your leader does. We’re going to the rooftop restaurant.”

I knew that restaurant. It was one of the most upscale spots in the city. The per–person price was at least 600 dollars.

I pressed my lips together and looked at her, a bit hesitant.

I said, “Ms. Miller, you’re not planning to treat them with our shared marital assets, are you? Wouldn’t that technically mean I’m footing the bill?”

I smiled at the colleagues behind her. Some looked away, while others returned the smile.

Clearly, not everyone in Department Three was one of her loyal lapdogs.

“If Jude gave it to me, it’s mine, and you have no…” She stopped mid–sentence when she saw me pull out my phone.

I waved it at her. “I do have rights, actually. I’m still his wife, at least legally.”

I added, “If you dare use our money to pay, I’ll call the police. It wouldn’t even be your first time at the station, right? The second time’s always easier. I get it. You’re not afraid.”

Since we’d already torn the facade, I had no intention of saving her any face.

Even if she became Mrs. Carson one day, it’d have nothing to do with me.

Fuming, Vivian turned away, while I led my team into the pizza place with joy.

As we ate, Ellen updated me on the situation.

She said, “Vivian only let each person order one steak, no dessert. They could only drink juice. No wine.” She laughed. ” They’re all complaining in the group chat, saying they might as well have had instant noodles at home.”

I knew they had a private chat group to vent. I didn’t expect even people from Department Three to be in on it.

Seeing the pictures they posted in the group and comparing them to our pizza feast, everyone agreed. I’d made a brilliant choice. Pizza really was unbeatable.

Casey nudged me with her elbow, motioning for me to look at her phone.

It turned out that a few people from Department Three had pulled her into the group chat on WhatsApp.

All day, no one had approached her. But after seeing Vivian’s behavior tonight, some had clearly started switching sides. After dinner, Casey got a little tipsy. She was in high spirits, clinging to me in the car and smothering me with kisses.

She said, “Casey, I love you the most! You’re my lucky star! You’re so good to me. I’ll protect you, and when I make money, I‘ Il take care of you!”

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Chapter 62 Something Happened Again

Under the driver’s curious gaze, I awkwardly tried to push her away, but she just clung to me again. Eventually, I just dragged her out of the car and into the bedroom. But she suddenly burst into tears.

She cried, “Casey, you’re so wonderful… why did you have to get cancer? That scumbag Jude even bullies you. When I become powerful, I’ll destroy him!”

She waved her fists in the air and then collapsed.

I helped her take off her shoes and looked at her helplessly.