Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

“Why are you even looking for a job?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the shock of seeing Elise standing there in the doorway of my temporary office.

Annie, instantly picking up on the tension in the air, stood up quiely from the chair she’d been sitting in.

“I’ll… go grab some coffee,” she said. But as she passed behind my chair, she murmured low enough for only me to hear, “And alert hotel security.”

Elise watched her leave with a smug, predatory smile, like a cat waching a mouse scurry away.

“It’s cute, you playing at public relations, Zoey,” she said, slowly walking closer to the desk and eyeing the neatly arranged résumés as if they were trash. “But you’ll never come close to what I built with Elite PR over the years.”

“Which must be exactly why Elite got cut from Kensington,” I replied, trying to sound far more confident than I actually felt.

Elise let out a sharp laugh-cold, calculated, and chilling enough to make my skin prickle.

“And I’m guessing that’s entirely your fault, isn’t it?” she taunted, leaning over the desk in a way that felt invasive. “You probably nagged Christian day and night until he finally gave in and let you play businesswoman for a while. I mean, Kensington has more than enough money to pay for real crisis control once you inevitably destroy everything with your incompetence. And you know who they’ll call, desperate, when that happens? Elite.”

I felt my irritation flare dangerously but forced myself to stay calm and composed.

“You’ve got a lot of arrogance for someone who didn’t manage to do a single decent job for Kensington the entire time you worked there.”

“That’s an outrageous lie!” Elise snapped, her carefully maintained mask of control slipping for the first time. “Then tell me, Zoey-why exactly was Elite terminated? What did you do to sabotage me?”

“I understand you’re frustrated about losing your biggest client,” said carefully, keeping my tone neutral, “but I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t give me that crap!” Elise shot back, her voice sharp and shaking with barely contained rage. “I want to know exactly what happened every single detail!”

That was when it hit me with crystal clarity. The way she was pressing so relentlessly, the urgency in her voice, the thinly veiled desperation behind her arrogance-it wasn’t about losing the account. It wasn’t professional humiliation. It was about information. Elise wasn’t here to argue over her career; she was here to find out what we knew about her involvement in the attempt on Christian’s life and the criminal theft of Kensington’s intellectual property.

She was desperate to know whether she’d been cut because we’d discovered the truth-or if Christian had simply done it at my personal request.

She wanted answers. And there was no way in hell I was giving them to her.

“Elise,” I said carefully, shifting the focus, “you really are delusional if you honestly thought you could keep working for Kensington after betraying me with Alex and doing everything you did to me over the years.”

“But did you really think you could come after me and walk away unscathed?” Elise hissed, stepping closer to the desk, her tone laced with threat. “That you could steal my biggest client and I’d just sit back and take it? If it’s up to me, even that little pregnancy stunt of yours won’t save you. I’ll take everything from you.”

I tried to answer to stand up, to fight back-but the pain was becoming unbearable. My breathing turned shallow, ragged. Words wouldn’t come out.

“You’re a nobody, Zoey,” Elise spat, her voice trembling with pure hatred. “You always have been, and you always will be. And if you honestly think you can play at my level-try to destroy me and walk away victorious-you’re about to learn the hard way just how wrong you are.”

She leaned forward across the desk until her face was only inches from mine, her eyes glinting with malice.

“Because in the end, I always win, Zoey,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous. “Always. Without exception.”

Then she straightened slowly, smoothing her blazer with the same arrogance she’d walked in with, and left the office without a single backward glance. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving only the echo of her venom hanging in the air.

For a heartbeat, everything was silent. Then I felt it-something warm and wet between my legs. My heart lurched in terror. Trembling, I reached down, and when I looked at my hand, I froze

It was red. It was blood.

“Help!” I screamed, my voice cracking with sheer panic. “Annie! Somebody-call an ambulance!”