Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 3

"Since when does the Bode family's reputation depend on a Mello? Are you his other woman or something?"

Jean was so angry she nearly exploded. She wanted to curse Sherry out right there.

But Sherry had already walked into the interview room.

To keep up appearances, Jean forced herself to hold back her anger. Since when did Sherry become so sharp-tongued? She decided she would report this to Gilbert later.

He'd teach that woman not to mess with her again.

Inside the room, Gilbert sat at the head of the table. The atmosphere was so tense no one dared to breathe too loudly.

Sherry had deliberately chosen a company with no connection to the Bode family.

Even when she took her seat, Gilbert didn't look at her.

But the interviewer's face was full of open contempt.

"What makes you think you're better than a fresh graduate? You only have one pitiful year of work experience.

"No offense, but women like you—married for years and now trying to restart your career—are basically useless. You bring nothing to a company. Your real job is to have kids, serve your husband, and run a household. That's what you're meant to do."

The insult was direct and humiliating. A few others in the room almost laughed.

Gilbert let out a cold snort and didn't bother to stop the man.

Sherry stood up abruptly. "This old man that needs serving—you've got me thinking about a new job angle. After marriage, I've basically been serving a pig. Maybe I should apply to work in postnatal care for sows. That would suit me perfectly."

At the words "postnatal care for sows," the smirks in the room froze.

Even Gilbert's usually stone-cold expression almost cracked.

She'd just called all the men in the room pigs—and not just pigs, but delicate sows in need of special care.

The interviewer, his pride wounded, snapped, "Who are you talking about? Am I wrong?"

"I'm talking about you. Your mom served you when you were a kid. Your wife serves you now. You're a lifelong baby who never grew up. Come talk to me when you've taken off your diaper."

She'd said what she wanted. She turned to leave.

Humiliated in front of everyone, the interviewer lost his temper completely. "You b*tch, I'll beat you dead!"

Gilbert kicked him back with one sharp motion, his eyes cold and dangerous. "You have a death wish?"

Those few words were enough. The man's anger vanished, replaced by fear. He stumbled back several steps, as if he'd just escaped something deadly.

Sherry was still fuming as she walked toward the exit. This world is full of clowns.

She hadn't even reached the door when Gilbert scooped her up and started carrying her toward his car. "Since when did you get so clever with that mouth?"

In his memory, Sherry was always quiet—easy to talk to, always agreeable, never showing any temper.

Today, she'd completely surprised him.

"Put me down!"

Sherry glared and struggled in his arms.

At 6'2", he easily placed her into the passenger seat.

The moment she was in the car, Sherry tried to jump back out.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow at her quick movement. "We're in the middle of nowhere. You want to walk home?"

"This car is disgusting. I'm not sitting in it."

After she got her license, she'd never been allowed in his passenger seat again.

He liked everything perfectly clean. His cars were always spotless inside.

Once, Sherry had wanted to hang a small good-luck charm in his car. Gilbert had scolded her on the spot. "You're not a child anymore. Hanging silly things? So embarrassing!"

The charm she'd worked so hard to get was thrown out like trash.

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