RankNovelChapter 41 The next morning, Effie had barely set foot in the office when Mitchell stormed over, his face flushed with anger.
He raised his voice, not caring who heard. "Effie, what the hell was that about? Were you trying to piss off Mr. Horace on purpose? Why'd you leave early? You just ditched one of our most important clients?" Effie faced Mitchell's tirade with a composed expression. Her gaze was cool, her tone steady and unyielding. "Mr. Lloyd, are you just looking for someone to blame? Were you even there last night? Do you actually know what happened?" Mitchell's brow furrowed, his anger barely contained. "Don't try to wriggle out of this, Effie. You know the deal-we agreed that if you didn't close the contract, I wouldn't sign off on your commission. Don't think you can just walk away with the money." Effie looked at him—this man she'd wasted years of affection on-and felt only disgust.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt least now she could finally see him for who he really was.
Before she could reply, Suzan sauntered over, hips swaying as she put on her usual fake smile. "Sis, you'd better call Mr. Horace and smooth things over. Maybe if you grovel, you'll still have a shot at the contract." Effie let out a short, cold laugh, her eyes flicking over Suzan's insincere face. Her voice was as chilly as ever.
"You can relax. Mr. Horace has already signed the contract." With that, Effie calmly pulled the document out of her bag.
Suzan's eyes went wide. She couldn't believe it—she refused to. It had to be a trick.
She snatched the contract, flipping straight to the signature page. When she saw Mr. Horace's nscrawled there, she blurted out, "That's impossible! You left early last night-how could you have gotten him to sign?" Effie shot her a frosty look, her disgust barely concealed. "Suzan, how I got the signature is none of your business." Suzan was left speechless, her face flushing an angry red. "This signature has to be a fake." Effie seemed almost amused by her predictability. Her tone was calm, edging on sarcastic. "Suzan, do you really think everyone's as fake as you? From head to toe, nothing about you is real." Suzan had spent a small fortune on cosmetic procedures, convinced no one knew her secret.
But the moment Effie's words hit, Suzan's face went sheet-white, panic flickering in her eyes. She reached up, almost unconsciously, to touch her cheek. Her voice trembled, "What are you talking about? Stop making things up!" Effie gave a sharp, mirthless laugh, her gaze cutting. "If you don't want people to find out, maybe don't do it in the first place. You claim the signature's fake? Feel free to call Mr. Horace and check." She stood there, perfectly unfazed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Suzan didn't even get the chance to dial-Mitchell's phone started to ring. Mitchell glanced at the screen, then quickly answered. "Hello, Mr. Horace?"
"Mr. Lloyd," cthe voice on the other end, "I've signed the contract.
Please make sure everything goes smoothly. From now on, I want Designer Bagnold to handle all my accounts." Latching onto Designer Bagnold was a smart move-no need to worry about future orders. After all, Mr. Etheridge owed him a favor now.
Mitchell's brow twitched, but he managed to keep his voice steady. "Thank you, Mr. Horace. Looking forward to working together."
After hanging up, Mitchell was left with a nagging sense of confusion. Mr. Horace seemed like a completely different person he'd always been n difficult and flirtatious, and now he sounded almost... possessed. And he was insisting on Effie managing his account?
A new suspicion took root. His voice turned sharp and accusing "Effie, did you do something inappropriate with Mr. Horace? How else would you-" Effie had finally had enough. She raised her hand and slapped Mitchell hard across the face.
"Mitchell, just because you're filthy doesn't mean everyone else is too."
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