After hearing the description, Ethan abruptly stood up.
There were only two women in the company who could have been sent to handle Angela: Charlotte and Winnie.
The way the informant described her—"cold aura, almost like an executive"—could only mean Winnie.
Without hesitation, Ethan stormed toward Winnie's workstation. When he found it empty, he immediately headed for the employee lounge.
Winnie had taken Angela to change clothes, which meant the dressing room. And since the employee dressing rooms were separated by gender, Ethan headed straight for the women's area.
Unsurprisingly, this drew attention. Many of the staff watched him closely, and Winnie's colleagues quickly followed.
Khloe had warned them: Winnie was blunt and easily offended people, so they usually kept an eye on her. Now Ethan had come in full force to find her, and everyone was on edge.
"Winnie, what are you doing?"
Ethan's anger was already boiling over. Seeing Winnie standing in front of the women's dressing room, blocking the door, made his expression instantly terrifying.
Winnie hadn't expected him to arrive so fast. She immediately planted herself in front of him.
"Ethan, this is the women's dressing room. Are you sure you're in the right place?"
Of course, she was playing dumb. At this point, any delay would help.
Inside, Angela had heard the commotion. She pounded on the door. "Mr. Morrison? Is that you? I'm locked in! Mr. Morrison!"
"Open the door."
Ethan's voice was cold, his gaze on Winnie sharp enough to make her shrink back.
This was unbelievable—one Charlotte, one Winnie—two insane women in a row. In all his years at Morrison Group, he had never encountered anything this ridiculous.
Clarice had been right: ever since Khloe joined the company, the atmosphere at Morrison Group had been off.

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