Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 104

The knocking was frantic, ear-splitting; not just folks on this floor, but probably the whole three-story stack got a rude awakening.

Rosemary rolled out of bed, took a few strides to the door, and yanked it open with a vengeance.

The person outside was Stacey, wrapped up like a burrito; no joke, even her own mom wouldn't recognize her, let alone Rosemary.

"What do you want?"

Rosemary had been puzzling over how Stacey had sneaked in. Unlike Maxwell, whose face was a regular on TV and super recognizable, Stacey's current get-up screamed “wanted criminal” to anyone who glimpsed her. Now, spotting the janitor's uniform she was rocking, Rosemary got the picture.

She'd really underestimated her.

"Sis, I need your hubby to bail me out. Some jerks have stitched together a hot mess of some videos and thrown it online," Stacey tried to bulldoze her way past Rosemary's defenses, but after a few failed attempts, she gave up.

Rosemary took her sweet time before responding, "And why on earth should I help you? With our history, Stacey, not kicking each other when we're down is already saintly enough. You think I'm gonna pull you out of the muck? Remember how you screwed me over, watching me suffer, having a blast, weren't you?"

Whether Stacey was playing dumb or missing the point, she pondered for a few seconds before gritting her teeth, "Did you leak those videos?"

Rosemary raised an eyebrow, silent.

"Come on, spill it. Was it you? It's gotta be you. Who else would hate me that much?"

"Pfft." Rosemary scoffed, "You sure think highly of how people feel about you."

Not to mention, all those people she bullied in the vids would probably love to see her get what she deserved.

"You bitch," Stacey lunged at her with claws bared, but Rosemary was quicker, slamming the door shut.

Stacey hit the security door face-first, her nails screeching against the metal. She'd clawed so hard her nails split.

Rosemary warned, "Make one more peep, and I'll have the whole building out here gawking at the latest internet sensation."

Stacey, like a cornered thief, clutched her mask and hat to her face, scoping the scene. Seeing no one, she swallowed her pride, "Rosemary, you vicious wretch!"

The atmosphere at the Templeton Group was tense as a tightrope these days, everyone stone-faced, tiptoeing around, voices hushed, because Mr. Templeton was in a foul mood.

Those who'd reported to his office lately came out looking like they'd been through the wringer, soaked in cold sweat.

He wouldn't yell; just gave them a frosty look that screamed “Are you an idiot? Can't even handle this simple task?” His mere presence was enough to leave them breathless.

Christ, clutching a freshly framed painting, took a deep breath before knocking on the door, with Victoria by his side.

She was here to get Maxwell to sign a sponsorship contract. He'd verbally agreed last time, but the paperwork wasn't inked yet.

It was pure coincidence she arrived just as Christ was about to deliver the framed artwork. Victoria eyed the painting in his hands, her expression chilly when no one was looking.

Christ said, "Ms. Temple, could you hang back for a sec while I let him know you're here?"