Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 1075

Chapter 1075 A Monster in Disguise

When I saw the state of my office, I told Atticus, "I'll call you back later."

"Sure," Atticus said, and he hung up the phone.

I looked at Carol, who seemed furious, and asked, "What's going on?"

Adelaide immediately jumped in. "Ms. Chloe, it's all my fault. When you and Ms. Carol weren't in the office, I was so busy that I forgot to tidy up your office."

Her explanation sounded reasonable, but the current situation told a different story. Was my office really in such a mess just because I wasn't around?

She was eloquent, but I wasn't buying it. It was evident that someone had messed with my office while I was away.

Carol looked at me, intending to explain, "Ms. Chloe-"

"Ms. Chloe, don't blame Ms. Carol. It's my fault. Ms. Carol wasn't here, and I should have taken more responsibility. It's all my negligence."

Adelaide humbly apologized and glanced at Carol, speaking cautiously, "Ms. Carol, I'm not trying to complain. I understand that you might have had something to attend to. I'm just explaining."

Then, she turned to me again. "Ms. Chloe, please wait a moment. I'll fix it right away!"

After saying that, she swiftly started cleaning up. My gaze met Carol's, and I calmly said, "You can leave."

Carol, taken aback by my attitude, stared at me for a moment. I remained composed. She turned and walked out of the office.

I walked back to my desk and noticed some grease stains on it. It seemed someone had been eating or doing something messy here.

The cushion on the chair, originally a clean white linen, was now wrinkled and disheveled.

I picked it up and tossed it across the desk, then reached for a few alcohol wipes. I wiped down the desk, removing any traces, before finally taking a seat.

I kept a steady gaze on Adelaide, who efficiently cleaned up my office.

She picked up the cushion I had thrown away and looked at me with a questioning expression.

I coldly remarked, "I don't want something others have sat on. I'm a germaphobe."

Then, I pressed the intercom button and called Carol back in, instructing, "Arrange for someone to disinfect my office!"

Carol raised her eyebrows slightly and left the room.

Adelaide's face paled slightly and she avoided direct eye contact with me.