A Mix-up Made Me His Enemy's Woman novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Oscar glanced at Silas, who lounged lazily on the couch, then turned to Bethany, who looked every bit the obedient student

with her notebook in hand.

He cleared his throat and began, “Management isn’t hard. You just need to assert yourself so they know that you’re not someone to be trifled with. Delegate the tasks to the junior supervisors and let them handle the rest. How they assign the tasks is their business. You just need to focus on the results.”

He paused, then added, “Your current position is a solid stepping stone. Place your people in key roles–supply chain, finance, operations. Once you officially take over, you’ll control the company’s core operations. Even your uncle won’t be able to challenge you, since you’re the major shareholder. What you need to secure now is absolute authority over personnel appointments.”

Bethany had learned a lot. “Thank you, Mr. Mitchell. I really appreciate your help today.”

Bethany, who was supposed to be at the hotel, had contacted Oscar and came to this club. She just hadn’t expected to see Silas

here, too.

Silas had arranged for Oscar to be her mentor.

Bethany couldn’t help but wonder if Silas was there because he didn’t like her being with his boyfriend.

Even though Silas hadn’t cared much for Oscar before, he was now watching them closely. If it wasn’t love, what else could it be?

She said, “I’ll take my leave now. I don’t want to interrupt your meal.”

“Sit down,” Silas said firmly. “I don’t have a habit of letting women starve.”

Bethany was rendered speechless. She thought that it really did sound unsettling.

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

Silas squinted his eyes casually and smirked. “If I say you’re hungry, you’re hungry.‘

Bethany fell silent for a moment before returning to her seat.

Since he had introduced Oscar to her, she decided to play along, even though she had no idea why he wanted her to stay. She didn’t understand, but someone else did.

The corners of Oscar’s mouth twitched. He couldn’t believe Silas had gotten jealous just from talking to Bethany briefly.

In fact, it seemed that Silas was immensely jealous.

He had always believed their marriage was purely an alliance. Was Silas already in love with her?

Oscar pulled out his phone, not wanting to watch them any longer.

However, he seemed to have spotted something interesting, which was a photo sent by someone in their group chat. He asked, “Wait, isn’t this your hotel?”

Bethany leaned in for a closer look and saw a swarm of reporters. It seemed to be a commotion, so she quickly said, “Sorry, but I really need to head back to the office now.”

Meanwhile, Noah was calmly looking at the disheveled Ella. “Ella, how did you get in?”

Earlier, when he was taking a cold shower, a woman showed up out of nowhere and pressed her body against his back. Noah instantly snapped out of his haziness.

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He seized the hand reaching for him, only to realize that it was Ella.

Ella bit her lip in embarrassment. “Noah, we haven’t met in some time. I just wanted to see you. After learning that you were staying here, I just entered. Why are you being so harsh to me, Noah?”

Noah’s body was still screaming for release, but sheer self–control had him digging his fingers into his thigh to force his raw impulse back down. “Ella, we’re getting married soon, but before that, I won’t cross that line with you. Do you understand?”

Tears welled up in Ella’s eyes, her gaze innocent. “I don’t understand. Why?”

Noah let out a sigh. “Because I respect you. You’re too young to understand that.”

He couldn’t put his feelings into words, but if it were Bethany behind the door earlier, perhaps he wouldn’t have said such gentlemanly words.

“Put on your clothes and come with me to the hospital, okay?” he coaxed patiently.

Ella wiped her tears away. “Okay.”

When the door opened, the flash of cameras caught them off guard.

“Mr. Vazquez, is this your girlfriend? Can you clarify your relationship?”

“Mr. Vazquez, she looks really young. Is she of age? What were you both doing inside?”

Noah instinctively held Ella close, shielding her head to ensure that no one got a shot of her face. He roared, “Which magazine are you from? Do you want to go bankrupt tomorrow?”

Someone let out an awkward chuckle. “Mr. Vazquez, you might be powerful, but you don’t call the shots in Claridge, do you?”

Noah lifted his leg and kicked the man’s lower belly. “I’ll say it one last time. Scram!”

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