She's Too Busy Winning to Watch Him Cry novel Chapter 713

The HR Manager placed a transfer notice on Zara's desk, informing her to pack up her belongings immediately and report to the administrative department at the suburban industrial park.

Zara gripped the paper, unable to hide the disappointment in her eyes. "Why am I suddenly being transferred?" she asked quietly.

The HR Manager barely looked up, his tone strictly professional. "There's no special reason. It's just a routine corporate rotation, and your salary will remain the same. It's not just you. The other two female secretaries in the executive office are also being relocated to branch offices and back-end departments. If you have a problem with this arrangement, you can speak up now."

Zara gently shook her head, forcing down her sense of grievance. "I'll follow the company's orders; I don't have any complaints. I just want to know... is this because Mrs. Jameson feels threatened by me?"

She had noticed Mrs. Jameson giving her a few extra glances that day.

The manager actually laughed at that. "Why on earth would she feel threatened by you?"

"You've seen Mrs. Jameson yourself. She's infinitely more beautiful than you, and she's incredibly capable. When Mr. Jameson was in the hospital, she stepped in to help handle his workload. I heard even Colin praised her sharp eye for numbers."

"Zara, stop letting your imagination run wild. The more you overthink, the more likely you are to create ridiculous delusions. Some things in life are just determined from birth."

Zara's face flushed deep red. Dropping her gaze, she stepped out. "I'll go pack my desk."

...

A week later, Zara was running errands when she passed by Seaborne City's most exclusive private club. From a distance, she spotted Wesley escorting a stunning, elegantly dressed woman in a white sundress through the grand entrance.

Zara's stomach immediately tightened as she began to speculate.

It was the middle of the workday. Wesley bringing a strange woman into a private club was undeniably suspicious.

Could Mr. Jameson be inside?

The public always raved about how deeply Mr. and Mrs. Jameson loved each other and how perfect their marriage was.

But the scene unfolding before her filled her with doubt.

The woman clenched her dress fiercely. Her fingers twisted the fabric so hard her knuckles turned a sickly white.

When she still didn't speak, Rowan leaned back against the sofa. "Logically speaking, you should want me dead."

"Miss Tate, if the man who destroyed your family's empire wasn't me, but rather a man you loved... how far would he have to go for you to forgive him? How could you ever forgive a man like that?"

How could anyone forgive the man who personally drove their family into bankruptcy and ripped everything away?

The woman finally lifted her eyes to look at Rowan. Her chest heaved with suppressed emotion, yet she couldn't formulate a single word. Before arriving at this meeting, her parents had tried to guess why Rowan wanted to see her. Because she was beautiful, they had meticulously dressed and styled her, hoping to leverage her looks to win some sort of reprieve from him. It wasn't just the humiliation of being pimped out by her own parents as a bargaining chip; it was also...

A bone-deep humiliation surged up her spine. Miss Tate glared directly at Rowan on the couch. "Capitalists like you commit endless atrocities. Do you really expect to be forgiven?"

Her breathing grew ragged, throwing all caution to the wind. "If you want forgiveness, you have to surrender the thing you care about most. For example, Jameson Tech. I'm not talking about the Jameson Group—that belongs to your shareholders. I mean the tech firm that you personally own, one hundred percent."