The Billionaire’s Regretful Obsession – Victoria Hale

Chapter 3 Not Your Trash Chapter 3 Not Your Trash "Since when does the Bode family's reputation depend on a Mello? Are you his other woman or something?" Jean was so angry she nearly exploded. She wanted to curse Sherry out right there. But Sherry had already walked into the interview room. 461 +5 Free Coins To keep up appearances, Jean forced herself to hold back her anger. Since when did Sherry become so sharp-tongued? She decided she would report this to Gilbert later. He'd teach that woman not to mess with her again. Inside the room, Gilbert sat at the head of the table.

The atmosphere was so tense no one dared to breathe too loudly. Sherry had deliberately chosen a company with no connection to the Bode family. Even when she took her seat, Gilbert didn't look at her. But the interviewer's face was full of open contempt. "What makes you think you're better than a fresh graduate? You only have one pitiful year of work experience. "No offense, but women like you-married for years and now trying to restart your career-are basically useless. You bring nothing to a company. Your real job is to have kids, serve your husband, and run a household.

That's what you're meant to do." The insult was direct and humiliating. A few others in the room almost laughed. Gilbert let out a cold snort and didn't bother to stop the man. Sherry stood up abruptly. "This old man that needs serving-you've got me thinking about a new job angle. After marriage, I've basically been serving a pig. Maybe I should apply to work in postnatal care for sows. That would suit me perfectly." At the words "postnatal care for sows," the smirks in the roomy froze. Even Gilbert's usually stone-cold expression almost cracked.

She'd just called all the men in the room pigs-and not just pigs, but delicate sows in need of special care. The interviewer, his pride wounded, snapped, "Who are you talking about? Am I wrong?" "I'm talking about you. Your mom served you when you were a kid. Your wife serves you now. You're a lifelong baby who never grew up. Come talk to me when you've taken off your diaper." She'd said what she wanted. She turned to leave. 1/4 16:33 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 3 Not Your Trash +5 Free Coins Humiliated in front of everyone, the interviewer lost his temper completely.

"You b*tch, I'll beat your dead!" Gilbert kicked him back with one sharp motion, his eyes cold and dangerous. "You have a death wish?" Those few words were enough. The man's anger vanished, replaced by fear. He stumbled back several steps, as if he'd just escaped something deadly. Sherry was still fuming as she walked toward the exit. This world is full of clowns. She hadn't even reached the door when Gilbert scooped her up and started carrying her toward his car.

"Since when did you get so clever with that mouth?" In his memory, Sherry was always quiet-easy to talk to, always agreeable, never showing any temper. Today, she'd completely surprised him. "Put me down!" Sherry glared and struggled in his arms. At 6'2″, he easily placed her into the passenger seat. The moment she was in the car, Sherry tried to jump back out. Gilbert raised an eyebrow at her quick movement. "We're in the middle of nowhere. You want to walk home?" "This car is disgusting. I'm not sitting in it." After she got her license, she'd never been allowed in his passenger seat again.

He liked everything perfectly clean. His cars were always spotless inside. Once, Sherry had wanted to hang a small good-luck charm in his car. Gilbert had scolded her on the spot. "You're not a child anymore. Hanging silly things? So embarrassing!" The charm she'd worked so hard to get was thrown out like trash. Now the whole car was covered in cute stickers. Right up front was someone's exclusive seat. There was a water bottle, a personal pill case, and even a pack of pads. Everything was thoughtfully placed. And it felt like a slap in the face.

She used to think that getting one lipstick into his car meant she was special. People told her she must really have a place in his heart. 2/4 16:33 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 3 Not Your Trash Now, seeing a whole row of lipsticks, she realized how foolish she'd been. 4461 +5 Free Coins No wonder he'd pushed her to get a license. Once she could drive herself, he could make space for Wendy. Gilbert actually tried to explain. "Wendy is too delicate to learn how to drive. She's missed out on a lot, so I let her-" Sherry cut him off. "Do what you want. I've already asked for a divorce.

Even if she moves into the master bedroom, I don't care. If you have time now, let's just get it over with." "Sherry, stop talking nonsense. Wendy is like a sister to me. Don't speak about her that way." So he was worried about people gossiping about Wendy. "I don't care if she's your real sister or your sweet sister. I'm done. I want a divorce." She finished speaking and got out of the car. Gilbert pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't understand how the gentle, obedient Sherry had become like this. She had barely stepped out when she saw Jean glaring at her.

Gilbert took Sherry's arm and told Jean, "Get rid of this car. Send another one with a driver. "I'll destroy this car. Can you stop making a scene now? Hmm?" Did he really think the problem was just a car? Jean frowned. "Mr. Bode, this is the only car that doesn't make Wendy carsick. You can't destroy it just because Ms. Campbell is throwing a fit. You know how sick she gets in other cars. "Ms. Campbell, don't make everyone suffer for your tantrum." Sherry had only wanted to leave, not deal with them. But hearing that, she remembered all the little cruelties Jean had put her through.

"Do as you're told. You're just an assistant. Are you trying to threaten me?" "I'm not!" Jean was cursing Sherry inwardly but didn't dare show it in front of Gilbert. "Mr. Bode, I'm only thinking of Wendy. Think of how much she suffers..." Gilbert pictured Wendy's pale face in other cars and softened. "Sherry, I'll buy you a new car. You can put whatever you want in it." Sherry gave a snort. Of course, Wendy came first. And for a moment, Sherry had actually thought he would destroy the car for her. She shook off Gilbert's hand, her eyes cold. "Get lost.

I don't want to see you again." 3/4 16:33 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 3 Not Your Trash She walked away without looking back. 6) +5 Free Coins Jean puffed up, looking proud and smug. So what if she's Mrs. Bode? She still can't compare to an assistant like me. "Ms. Campbell is completely spoiled by you. She's out of control. Telling you to get lost-she should know her place..." Then she felt a chill down her spine. Gilbert's icy gaze settled on her like he was looking at a corpse. Sweat broke out on Jean's forehead. She trembled. I thought he didn't care about that woman?

"Bad-mouth Sherry again, and you're finished." One look from him was enough to make her legs shake. Even after he had been gone a while, Jean was still wiping sweat from her brow. Shaken and furious, she started cursing Sherry again. "Who does she think she is, acting all high and mighty in front of Mr. Bode? "I've done nothing wrong. Sherry isn't even worth a strand of my hair. How could someone like her be Mrs. Bode? "She doesn't deserve it at all." 16:33 Fri, Jan 9 M Mark