The Billionaire Heir Fell for the Wrong Girl (Hathaway Whitmore) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 The Michelin Chef

Hathaway casually replied, “It’s not true.”

Over dinner, Hathaway told Evelyn the whole story.

She and Lorenzo were only pretending to date to deal with the marriage arrangement between their families.

After hearing the full story, Evelyn finally understood, but she was still so mad that she gritted her teeth. Even if it was fake, she still thought Lorenzo didn’t deserve to stand beside Hathaway.

Evelyn warned, “Lorenzo isn’t right for you. Don’t let this fake thing turn real.”

Then Evelyn started cursing, again. “Jessica really has a good eye. Jeremiah is clearly the best one out of that whole grou If I were you, I really would’ve slapped her right across the face.

“Hath, you’ve changed a lot. When did you become the type to give up so easily?”

Hathaway froze for a second.

In her last life, she hadn’t given up. She had been possessive over Jeremiah, and in the end, it had ruined her whole family.

She forced a smile and said, “What else can I do? I can’t fight them head-on.”

“Actually, you could talk to Jeremiah’s grandpa. He spoils you, doesn’t he?” Evelyn felt that if there was anyone in the world who could make Jeremiah marry Hathaway, it would be Edmund.

Hathaway shook her head. “No. Forcing something won’t make me happy. Enough, I don’t want to hear anything about Jeremiah anymore.”

“Fine.” Evelyn figured this was probably the last meal she’d have with Hathaway before the holidays. She had to keep the mood nice, so she didn’t bring up any more annoying stuff.

Just then, Hathaway’s phone chimed. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, her expression turning serious.

Whitmore Group had already gone on holiday break.

When Hathaway arrived at the company, the office that was usually busy looked empty. The entire floor was so quiet that she could hear only the sound of her own footsteps.

When she reached the finance department, she took out a set of keys and tried them one by one. At last, one fit. She opened the door and walked in.

She waited inside for ten minutes.

Then the lock turned, and a young woman hurried in from outside. “I’m sorry, Ms. Whitmore. The traffic was terrible.” “I’m the one who should apologize for calling you during the holiday.” Hathaway reached out and shook hands with Beatrice Fein, a young employee from the finance department.

Beatrice was thirty, unmarried, and had graduated with an accounting degree. Her family was local, and ever since she joined the company, she hadn’t gotten along with the old-timers in finance.

She was often pushed aside by them, but luckily, they hadn’t forced her to quit. She had stuck it out. Hathaway had looked into her and found no connection between her and the finance director.

In Hathaway’s eyes, Beatrice was the perfect choice.

Her only worry was that asking her to work during the holiday might mess up her plans.

\ “Do you have a boyfriend?” Hathaway asked.

Beatrice saw right through what Hathaway was thinking and said, “Nope. My family’s been pushing me to settle down anyway, so working overtime is the perfect excuse to hide for a while.”

After she said that, both of them laughed.

Hathaway thought, ‘She’s sharp. Of course, I won’t shortchange her when this is over.

She calmly replied, “Good. Then let’s get started. Please pull out all the receipts and ledgers for those earlier projects. I’m going to check the accounts one by one.”

Beatrice immediately opened the cabinet and carried out several thick stacks of documents. “Ms. Whitmore, these are the balance sheets, income statements, and cash flow statements. These are the purchase and sales invoices. These are the procurement contracts and bank statements…”

She brought out stack after stack of thick vouchers and lined them up neatly on the desk.

Hathaway turned on the computer and pulled up the electronic accounts.

She suddenly thought of what Jessica had once said in her previous life. “Jeremiah came up with at least ten ways to destroy Whitmore Group, but your family collapsed before he even got to the fifth one.

“I don’t know if I should call him amazing, or call your family pathetic.”

Now that Hathaway had been given another chance, she wouldn’t let Jeremiah destroy Whitmore Group again. This time, she was going to rip out every rotten part of the company by the roots.

Hathaway buried herself in the accounts for two straight days without proper sleep.

Two days later, her phone kept buzzing with holiday messages, but she ignored them all.

Some old college classmates invited her out, and she casually made up an excuse to turn them down.

Just as she had expected, the people she wanted to fire had dirty hands. Some had messed with reimbursement forms. Some had tampered with contracts. A few had even skimmed money from client entertainment expenses.

For those two days, Hathaway had barely closed her eyes. She was so busy that she felt like her head was spinning.

By the third day, most of the work was finally done. She pressed her fingers against her brows and started cleaning up.

She took photos of everything that needed to be recorded, then put the original invoices back where they belonged.

She transferred Beatrice a 5,000-dollar bonus and let her go home for the holiday first.

The rest of the wrap-up work, Hathaway handled alone.

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