Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373 The Cocktail Party

Roxanne was seething with rage, her face turning red. “What are you back here to do?”

“Ha.”

Dawn actually laughed out loud.

These people were really something. One after another, over and over, they all asked what she wanted to do.

She clearly hadn’t done anything. Did they have guilty consciences?

“I don’t care what you’re planning. I’m giving you three days at most. However you got rid of those people, that’s how you’ll bring them back. Otherwise, I won’t let you get away with this!”

Oh my.

How fierce.

Dawn raised an eyebrow mockingly. “I didn’t realize you actually cared about your subordinates. But I’m truly sorry. I don’t rehire people I’ve already fired. As for going to the chairman … ”

She shrugged indifferently. “Go ahead and find him if you want. It’s not like I didn’t give them severance.”

Roxanne’s breath caught as she shook her head in disbelief.

How is this possible?

This woman isn’t even afraid of him?

Why…

She couldn’t figure it out. In her memory, Vincent was stern even with those close to him. He couldn’t tolerate even a grain of sand in his eye.

Dawn must be bluffing.

Yes, that has to be it.

Roxanne steadied herself again, her gaze sharp. “Then just try it and see!”

Dawn did try.

Not only did she ignore Roxanne, she even adjusted the entire company’s layout. Her carlier comment about referencing Jackson Group’s setup hadn’t been a joke.

Mason was puzzled. “Ms. West, this layout doesn’t seem much different from before.”

“Mm.”

Dawn nodded. “But this way brings better luck.”

Well, is that so?

Seeing Mason’s blank expression, she couldn’t help but laugh, gesturing with her hands. “Look, doesn’t this angle get way better light? It really does bring good fortune.”

Dawn wasn’t superstitious.

But with some things, believing a little didn’t hurt.

Besides, Jackson Group’s development over the past two years had been remarkable. She’d consider it borrowing some luck.

Mason understood and said, “Then I’ll arrange for some four–leaf clovers right away. Also, remember you have the cocktail party tonight. I’ll come pick you up at the right time, but no drinking. You have a hospital checkup tomorrow.”

Dawn nodded with a smile, watching him leave.

Rather than calling Mason her assistant, he was more like a butler.

Over these three years, without Mason’s meticulous care, her body might have broken down long ago.

Checking the time, she left work early. Dawn did some simple hair and makeup, then headed to the cocktail party venue with Mason.

She’d just handed over her invitation when a hand reached past her with another invitation.

She turned her head.

It was actually Ethan.

Come to think of it, that made sense. He was now considered part of Wornellston’s elite circles, someone countless people scrambled to curry favor with.

Ethan’s cold gaze swept over her, then behind her.

“Ms. West, you couldn’t get a real date, so you settled for

your assistant?”

Dawn hummed in acknowledgment. “At least I have an assistant who can fill in. Mr. Jackson doesn’t even have that. Isn’t that even more pathetic?”

Ethan was speechless.

The greeting attendant finished the registration and returned the invitations to both of them.

Dawn didn’t spare him another glance. She slipped her hand into Mason’s arm and smiled at him. “A cocktail party where I can’t drink. Good thing I saved room to eat some appetizers.”

Mason’s voice was warm. “I checked this afternoon. Their appetizers use fresh ingredients. You can have more.”

Their easy interaction made Ethan clench his fists.

He followed close behind, his gaze locked on their linked arms.

Once inside …

Today’s host came out to greet them.

That outrageous burgundy tailcoat could be seen from far away, like a walking hazard light.

“Look who’s here. Oh my, if it isn’t our newly returned Ms. West. Come on, it’s our first meeting, let’s have a hug.”

He spread his arms wide, but before he could even touch Dawn’s clothes, two hands shot out from different directions to block him.

That display…

How could one describe it?

It gave people the creeps.

Lawrence Crag’s hands hung awkwardly in the air before he raised them to scratch the back of his head. “Well, what about a cheek kiss? You two, really, why so uptight?”

He quickly recovered, extending his hand. “If cheek kisses don’t work, we’ll go with a traditional handshake then. Welcome back, I’m Lawrence.”

Mason shook his hand first.

Seeing he truly meant no harm, he quietly stepped aside.

Lawrence extended his hand toward Ethan, but he showed no intention of shaking it.

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Ethan’s expression was cold, leaving Lawrence completely baffled. He wondered when he had offended this big shot.

Laughing awkwardly, he turned to Dawn.

“Ms. West, I really apologize about earlier.”

Dawn smiled warmly. “No problem. I was just startled, that’s all.”

Lawrence joked along. “See, I’m so good–looking, there’s no reason for you to be that defensive.”

Dawn replied, “Want to make up for it with that hug now?”