When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 39

Walton called Dorothea into his office the next day.

“Didn’t I ask you to deliver something last night? Where were you?”

Dorothea just shrugged. “I had something come up, so I went to the hospital. I had to ask Nash to go instead. I even told him not to look at the documents. Why, did something happen?”

Walton rubbed his temples, looking like he was already over it.

That morning, Albert’s lawyer had sent a letter threatening to sue the hotel.

“Take a look at this. You’re the biggest shareholder now. You deal with him.”

“If this gets out of hand, our hotel’s reputation could take a massive hit. Guests will think our security is a joke.”

Dorothea smiled, calm as ever. “Walton, you’re the one managing the hotel. Are you telling me you can’t handle a crisis like this? If you really can’t, maybe we should hire a real manager to take over.”

Walton looked like he wanted to explode, but he swallowed his words and said nothing.

In the end, The Gresham put out a public apology, and Walton set up a meeting with Albert at the company.

Albert was quick to accept. He needed to see Dorothea, no matter what.

When Dorothea got back to her office, Nash shot her a glare full of resentment. He’d known last night was trouble, but he didn’t expect her to throw him under the bus like that.

The whole HR department was on edge, but Dorothea just scrolled through her phone, looking for a good lumbar pillow for her grandma.

Suddenly, a news alert popped up on her screen.

Albert and Carola’s engagement had just been announced.

Dorothea swiped the notification away without a second thought. It didn’t matter to her at all.

Albert’s eyes narrowed, his tone turning cold. “Why didn’t you come see me yesterday?”

“So this whole thing was your setup?” Dorothea raised her eyebrows, her voice teasing. “Did you plan it with Walton ahead of time?”

Albert thought to himself that if Dorothea had shown up last night, he wouldn’t have been forced into this engagement. Even if he’d considered marrying Carola, being pushed into it was a whole different story from choosing it.

He stood up and walked over to her, reaching out to lift her chin. “You mad? Are you jealous?”

Dorothea brushed his hand away. “Albert, you have no right to make me jealous. And you should really learn some boundaries.”

“You’re the one about to get married. As for me,” she looked him in the eye, her voice steady, “I’m already married.”

This was the second time Dorothea had told Albert that.