Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 497

Winnie didn't know how to stall Angela properly. Honestly, in her mind, someone this vile deserved a good beating.

So, she didn't even realize how harsh her tone had become.

Before Angela could respond, Winnie grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward the door.

Angela naturally resisted. "Miss Olson, what are you doing? Let go of me!"

"I'm taking you to eat," Winnie said coldly, twisting Angela's arm without a second thought.

Angela's slender arm tensed in pain. She screamed and grabbed the edge of the table, struggling with Winnie.

"If you don't stop, I'll call someone!" Angela threatened, her voice sharp.

…

In the middle of the struggle, Winnie had a sudden idea. She deliberately knocked over the tea on the table, splashing it all over Angela.

Angela happened to be wearing a white dress. The tea stained the center of her waist and abdomen.

Only then did Winnie finally release her. Both took a step back—Winnie bumped into the table corner, Angela into a chair—frantically patting at her soaked clothes.

"You… you—"

Angela opened her mouth to curse, but swallowed the words. She drew in quick breaths, glaring at Winnie.

The commotion outside drew people in. Solara Energy's project manager saw Angela's embarrassment and frowned. "Angela, what happened?"

Barney's assistant quickly handed Angela some tissues.

Both ignored Winnie entirely. She, in turn, stepped aside politely.

"Sorry about that, Angela," Winnie said lightly, her tone dripping with perfunctory detachment.

Angela was furious, but she couldn't lose face in front of others. The assistant suggested, "There's still time. Should we go to a nearby mall and get a fresh set of clothes?"

After all, this was a signing with Morrison Group—her current state was unprofessional.

No matter how loudly Angela shouted, no one would hear.

Outside, Winnie stood by the door, listening to Angela calling her name desperately while texting Michael: [All set. Take your time, no rush.]

Angela was proving to be difficult. Since soft tactics didn't work, Winnie decided to be firm. Locking her in the dressing room, she could stall Angela as long as needed.

As the scheduled signing time approached, Ethan arrived at the conference room. Solara Energy's representatives were already there—everyone except Angela.

She was the signing representative; the ceremony couldn't start without her.

Ethan sat quietly on the side, waiting.

Solara Energy's team grew increasingly uneasy. Angela had left in such a hurry she hadn't even taken her phone.

After a while, someone hesitantly mentioned that a female employee had taken her away.

Ethan's expression darkened. "A female employee? Which one?"