Steven frowned, distancing himself from Ann.
Yet, Ann leaned closer again.
âYour scent is unpleasant,â Steven remarked.
Ann stayed quiet, but I couldnât miss the subtle tension in her petite frame.
I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful that Steven didnât fall for her act.
âMr. Lincoln, please review and sign if everything looks good,â Ann rolled her eyes and remarked, probably thinking Steven was a turnoff.
Steven glanced over the contract, and his expression darkened. âWho reviewed this?â
His commanding presence rendered Ann momentarily speechless. âIt was reviewed by the Project Department under the supervision of Mr. Adam Cyden.â
âEwan!â Stevenâs voice boomed.
Turning around, I saw Ewan enter the office with a grave expression.
Honestly, I had never seen Steven so serious before.
âThese few can be dismissed,â Steven said as he tossed the contract onto the table.
It was evident that there were issues with it.
After a thorough review, Ewan confirmed, âHow dare they make such subtle changes in the contract? These are typically hard to detect. Indeed, these individuals canât stay.â
I stood outside the door, astonished. I almost forgot that Steven wasnât a fool, he was a genius.
He could easily spot the flaws in such a contract with just one glance. Perhaps he could even remember it all with a photographic memory.
âEwan,â I called after him as he emerged from the office. âWho gave permission for Ann to join the company? Sheâs the presidentâs secretary.â
Ewan nodded politely. âShe claimed to be your sister, so Mr. Lincoln made an exception.â
I felt a twinge of anger. Steven was still naive. I had praised him for nothing earlier.
âAnn has always been unscrupulous, and Iâm worried about her being so close to Steven.
Considering her inability to handle even basic contract reviews properly, itâs best to transfer her elsewhere,â I whispered.
I had never considered sabotaging Ann, but she brought it upon herself with her ulterior motives.
Ewan glanced at me meaningfully before nodding. âOf course, Mrs. Lincoln.â
As I left the building, I spotted Michael leaning against the car door.
I ignored him and walked toward the road.
Are you going to the hospital? I can take you,â he offered.
âYasmin lost her child, and instead of being at the hospital to console her, youâre waiting here for me?â I sneered, wondering if Yasmin had told him she wanted to âThat child isnât mine,â Michael stated.
His denial disgusted me.
âI never touched her,â he explained frantically.
p me.
I found him laughable and somewhat disgusting. He was lying even when everyone knew the truth.
They lived together under the same roof, and he had the audacity to claim he never touched Yasmin.
Besides, whether he touched Yasmin or not was none of my business.
âDonât disgust me,â I shot him a glare and turned to leave.
Michael seemed persistent. âYouâre Stephie, right?â
It seemed he was eager to confirm whether I was Stephanie.
He had his suspicions, but he wasnât certain.
âIf I were Stephanie Carlson, Iâd have simply taken you out instead of letting you disgust me, I remarked. I hailed a taxi by the roadside and cast a quick glance at the Lincoln Groupâs office building.
I couldnât shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and I wondered if it was Steven.