The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 305

Quentin knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Monica was sitting behind her desk. She didn't seem surprised to see him.

She didn't even look up, just crossing something out on a document with her pen as she said casually, "Have a seat."

Quentin didn't sit.

"You owe me a reasonable explanation."

Monica's pen paused. She looked up and gave a small smile. "Quentin, it's been a long time since I've seen you care this much about anything."

Her gaze slowly shifted to Chloe, emphasizing every word.

"Except for Caroline Monet."

Chloe met her gaze. "I need a reason too."

Monica looked at her for a few seconds without answering immediately.

She put down her pen, stood up, and walked over to the coffee machine herself. She poured a cup of coffee for Chloe, and as she handed it over, her eyes held a smile that didn't quite reach them.

"Your performance yesterday did surprise me," she began, her voice even. "Not just me. Nobody in the entire institute would have ever guessed that Quentin Shaw's new assistant possessed that level of skill."

Chloe took the coffee without a word, waiting quietly for her to continue.

Monica paused, then suddenly changed the subject. "Do you know why Andrea dared to use Caroline's name to scam people?"

Chloe raised her eyes and looked at her.

Monica continued, her voice slowly sinking. "Because Caroline has been gone for too long. So long that many people thought she would never return. So long that someone dared to impersonate her student, and no one could step up and say, 'You're lying.'"

She paused, her gaze turning sharp. "Until yesterday, when Caroline's Twitter account suddenly came back to life."

The office fell silent for a moment.

But the very next second, her tone shifted sharply, and her expression grew stern.

"But you cannot take this event."

Quentin frowned. "Why?"

Monica didn't answer him right away.

She turned and walked to the window, her back to them, remaining silent for several seconds.

"Because Caroline must remain perfect," she finally said, her voice heavy.

"When Caroline was active under that name, her influence exceeded interpretation itself. She couldn't represent just one person or one country; she represented the UN. If any controversy surrounds her, the consequences are beyond what you or I can bear."

"Even though very few people in this world have seen Caroline's face, I recognized you yesterday, and someone else is bound to guess next time. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe at the very next event."

She walked back to her desk, leaning forward slightly with her hands resting on the surface. "I cannot let the name Caroline Monet suffer any negative impact. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I will not allow it."