After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143

Julian’s tone was as calm as ever, showing no sign of any emotion.

But Louisa couldn’t quite put her finger on it–she just had this feeling that he was angry.

She opened her mouth to say something, but before a single word came out, he got up and left.

A door closed behind him–not too loud, not too soft.

Louisa couldn’t help feeling dejected. She’d been nothing but polite all evening–so why was he angry again? What had she said wrong?

Was it because she hadn’t thanked him for this situation? But she’d already thanked him days ago and promised to work hard.

After racking her brain without finding an answer, she decided to let it go.

The next day was Louisa’s appointment to file for divorce.

Before eight, she called George to remind him about the time and necessary documents. He agreed to be there.

Only then did she head out, pausing to glance at Julian’s firmly shut door. She thought about how angry he’d looked when he left last night, but pushed the thought aside and stepped into the elevator.

Worried about traffic, she deliberately left half an hour early to wait at the courthouse.

She never imagined George would back out–after all, he had seemed quite serious yesterday.

By 9:55, with no sign of him, a sinking feeling took hold and she immediately called him.

George answered quickly. Airport announcements echoed in the background.

“George, are you at the airport?” Louisa’s face hardened.

“Yes.”

‘Don’t you know we’re getting divorced today? I called you before I left–why are you backing out again?”

Silence fell over the line.

What she couldn’t see was George standing at the airport, luggage in hand, watching travelers pass by with a devastated expression.

He had wanted to appease her, but hearing the anger in her voice, her desperation to divorce him…

His tone turned harsh. “That’s right, I changed my mind. I’m not getting divorced. I’d rather die than divorce you!”

“George, you jerk! You absolute jerk! Louisa sounded like she was crying with frustration.

George gripped his phone in one hand and his luggage handle in the other, a stubborn glint in his eyes. “Call me a jerk if you want, but I’m not divorcing

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you!” With that, he hung up.

Jared approached him. “Mr. Capulet, we’ve completed check–in. Let’s go.”

Meanwhile, Louisa slammed her palm against the steering wheel as if it were his face, wishing she could tear him to pieces.

Just then, her phone rang–Marlee calling.

Louisa leaned back, closed her eyes tightly to compose herself before answering casually, “Marlee, what is it?”

“Ms. Forbes, I have news about those three people you asked me to investigate. We’ve basically identified who’s been embezzling and withholding wages. I’ve sent you their files for confirmation.”

“Good, thank you for your hard work.”

Upon returning to Investment Department Team Seven’s workspace, Louisa didn’t go straight to her office. Instead, she stood in the team area, her gaze calm but penetrating as it swept across the room.

Even that tranquil look was enough to make people nervous–these people with guilty consciences quickly crumbled under her scrutiny.

“Ms. Forbes, is there a problem?” someone ventured.

“No problem. Carry on,” Louisa replied evenly, her gaze finally settling on one woman. “Josie, come to my office for a moment.”

Though Josie didn’t know what was happening, as a department veteran who had handled numerous projects, she felt confident. Why should she fear a newly appointed team leader?

She strutted in on her three–inch heels, swaying her slender waist as she entered Louisa’s office.

Without waiting for Louisa to speak, she sat down, leaned back in her chair, and extended her hand to admire her fresh manicure–the very picture of “you can’t touch me” attitude.

“What did you want to see me about, Ms. Forbes? Go ahead.”

Louisa didn’t lose her temper. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and asked slowly, “The Oakridge Commons‘ project from six months ago–you were in charge of that, right?”

Josie’s hand froze mid–admiration. She hadn’t expected this topic. Had something been discovered?

Her expression visibly stiffened before she quickly recovered, offering a fake smile. Yes, I was responsible for it. Does Ms. Forbes want information about

it?”

Louisa tossed a payroll document in front of her. “What’s the story with the

Josie flipped through a few pages casually, her voice sickeningly sweet. you asked the other people in charge?”

workers withheld wages?”

Forbes, how would I know? This project passed through so many hands. Have

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“Drop the act!” Louisa suddenly lost her patience, slamming a shopping list on the desk–at least a dozen pages worth.

“These are your expenses over the past six months. A car, designer bags, jewelry, plus your credit card statements. I’ve checked your base salary and project commissions–they’re nowhere near enough to support your spending. Now tell me the truth!”

Josie’s expression crumbled with panic.

Outside, people watched through the glass windows as the confrontation unfolded. They huddled together, chairs pulled close for gossip.

‘I thought our new team leader was a pushover, but she’s been hiding her teeth. Looks like Josie can’t escape this time.

One man sneered, ‘Is she trying to clean up the workplace? How naive!”

Too many people in the Investment Department had dirty hands–not just in their team, but everywhere. Did she think she could change the entire culture

on her own?

“Maybe she’s just using these tactics to get Mr. Tudor’s attention,” someone mocked.

“Then she should be in his bed, not in the workplace.”

“Though honestly, her waist is incredibly slim, and those legs are gorgeous. Wrapped around your waist–that must feel amazing.”

Female colleagues grew irritated, rolling their eyes. “You think you could get with her? She’s Mr. Tudor’s woman. Why would she look twice at what little you have to offer?”

”

“Good point.”

“Look, look, things are heating up in there…”

Back in the office, Josie wore a wronged expression, looking defiantly at Louisa. “Yes, my recent spending has been a bit excessive, but it’s all from earnings, plus some credit card loans. What does that have to do with withheld wages?”

my

work

Her voice rose with indignation. “Let’s be clear–you have no evidence this was my doing. You’re falsely accusing me, and I’m going to report this to the police!”

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