Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 915

Mr. Schwartz already had a fiancée.

Why were these women still shamelessly throwing themselves at him?

"No."

Juniper replied calmly. "But I'm pretty sure I can see him whenever I want."

"Talk about a big ego."

The receptionist muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. "Who does she think she is, Juniper Payne? Acting like she can just see Mr. Schwartz anytime."

"Why don't you take a closer look and see if I am?"

Hearing the receptionist's grumbling, Juniper pushed her baseball cap up, revealing her flawless face.

"Ms.—Ms. Payne?"

The receptionist's face drained of color as her eyes went wide in shock. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it was you!"

Why was the future wife of the CEO visiting the company in person?

Was she here to check up on him?

"It's fine."

Juniper offered a faint smile. "Just get the elevator for me, I'll head up myself."

"Should I inform Mr. Schwartz?"

"No need." Juniper adjusted her cap and smirked playfully. "It's a surprise inspection. Don't tell him."

"Ah?"

The receptionist was stunned.

Mr. Schwartz hadn't done anything to betray Ms. Payne, had he?

Probably not.

Everyone knew how incredibly devoted he was to her.

"Understood."

The receptionist's mind whirred into action as she quickly realized who was in charge. She quietly put the phone down, grabbed an access card, and trotted over to the CEO's private elevator.

She swiped the card, opened the doors.

Offering a deep, ninety-degree bow. "After you, Ms. Payne."

"Thanks."

Juniper glanced at her, thinking the girl was pretty sharp.

No wonder she worked the front desk.

—

The elevator took her straight to the top floor.

The top floor was entirely dedicated to Shanley's workspace.

His office, a reception lounge, a dining area, and even a private resting suite.

It had everything.

Given Shanley's preference for quiet, almost no one came up here except for Felton, Flint, and a few trusted top executives.

Juniper scanned the area and quickly located his resting suite.

The door required a passcode.

Alright.

Inspection over. He passed.

Having driven for half the day.

Juniper felt exhausted. She took off her coat and crawled into Shanley's bed.

Lulled by the comforting scent of him, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

—

Meanwhile.

Shanley had just wrapped up his meeting. Massaging his stiff neck, he returned to his suite.

The moment he opened the door.

His body stiffened. His dark eyes swept over the room's arrangement.

The photo frame on the desk had clearly been moved.

He had explicitly ordered that absolutely no one was allowed in his resting suite.

Shanley's gaze turned icy as he scanned the space, his eyes landing on the slightly ajar bedroom door.

Taking two steps forward, he noticed a lump under the duvet.

The man's expression darkened, looking murderous.

Which woman had a death wish and sneaked in here?

—

Good night.