The receptionist's confession dropped like a nuclear bomb in the lobby.
"Miss Grover? And she actually claimed to be your fiancée?" A dangerous, mocking smirk curled onto Maeve's lips. "Whitty, if I hadn't decided to drop by today, I wouldn't have even known I was being cheated on."
Andres felt like he was being framed. He whipped his head around, glaring viciously at Hans. "Explain."
Hans was even more confused than his boss. "Boss, I've been glued to your side in the conference room since the second we arrived this morning!"
Meaning, he was just as innocent. Desperate to clear his name, Hans turned his interrogation onto the trembling receptionists. "Where exactly is this Miss Grover right now?"
Terrified out of her mind, the receptionist pointed a shaking finger toward the VIP corridor. "She... she hasn't left yet. She's right over there."
Right on cue, Nancy strolled into the main lobby, accompanied by a middle-aged man. The man was VP Lowe, one of the directors in the marketing department.
"Mr. White! Look who I brought to see you!"
VP Lowe's slightly pudgy face was glowing with pride. He clearly had absolutely no idea that he had just triggered a death sentence. Internally, he was practically throwing a parade. In his mind, Nancy was undoubtedly the future wife of the CEO. She was the famous Grover heiress and had history with the boss. He vividly remembered being the one to greet her during her first visit to the company years ago. Just moments ago in the reception room, the 'future boss's wife' had been incredibly warm to him and even slipped him a highly expensive designer gift.
It totally stroked his ego and gave him the delusion that if he clung to her coattails, his career would skyrocket.
Dressed impeccably and wearing a pair of exorbitantly expensive calfskin boots, Nancy walked over with the elegant grace of a runway model. "Andres, do you have a moment? Shall we grab lunch together?"

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