Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 192

Marico narrowed his eyes at Linda, his gaze razor-sharp and unyielding. There was something about the way he carried himself—an aura so commanding it sent a chill straight to your bones.

Even Yvonne, who was used to him by now, felt unsettled. He seemed especially imposing at this moment, a man who could dominate any room.

“Mr. Hamilton, stepping in to help is part of my job. But taking photos out of context and spreading them around? That, I can’t accept.” Yvonne’s words landed like a match on dry tinder, fueling the tension in the room.

If Linda was going to play dirty, Yvonne had no intention of letting her get away with it.

Yvonne wasn’t one for theatrics. Her features were gentle, her voice soft and laced with a hint of frustration, but she never resorted to pleading or whining. Still, Marico was paying close attention.

His sharp gaze lingered on Yvonne’s small, indignant face, the hardness in his dark eyes giving way to something gentler. Seeing his wife so aggrieved, how could he not feel for her?

He turned and fixed Linda with a cold stare. “I threw you a celebration, the whole company joined in. I even tripled your bonus. And this is how you thank me? One photo—what exactly are you trying to say?”

Linda’s heart clenched. She felt as if an invisible hand had grabbed her by the chest and lifted her clean off the ground.

“I wasn’t trying to threaten you, Mr. Hamilton. I know nothing could ever happen between you and Yvonne. I just worry that these rumors, time and again, will cloud everyone’s judgment.”

“Cloud what judgment?” Yvonne snapped, her composure slipping. “Mr. Hamilton was praising you, and instead, you pull the rug out from under him. He was comforting a valuable employee—how does that make me some scheming seductress?”

Yvonne’s eyes turned red with anger as she glared at Linda.

Linda was livid. How dare Yvonne turn this around and put her on the spot? “I know Mr. Hamilton didn’t mean anything by it,” Linda shot back, “but you, I’m not so sure about.”

Yvonne was done pretending—if Linda wanted a fight, she’d get one. Every past grievance came roaring back to the surface.

She turned to Marico, her eyes blazing. “Mr. Hamilton, since Linda claims her allergy almost killed her, why not call the police and have this investigated? I have nothing to hide, and I’m not about to confess to something I didn’t do.”

Marico exhaled slowly, eyeing Yvonne’s defiant posture. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of exasperation and amusement.

“Take Linda out of here,” he instructed the company attorney. “We’ll handle this by the book once the truth comes out.”

“What does that mean—just a warning, a write-up, or what?” Yvonne pushed.

“If it’s serious, she’ll be let go on the spot and we’ll pursue legal action. We’ll handle it according to the severity of what’s uncovered,” the chief counsel replied flatly.