Chapter 175

Chapter 175:

“So? Does having the same number of tickets prove that I stole from you? Teresa, each ticket has a unique code. Look closely and see if they’re actually yours,” Madisyn retorted, her voice icy.

Despite her disbelief in Madisyn’s words, Teresa glanced at the tickets. The codes didn’t match hers. Shock flitted across her face. How did Madisyn get these tickets?

The room’s attention turned towards Teresa, the air thick with tension and scrutiny. Teresa felt her face flush with embarrassment. Admitting the truth now would surely humiliate her in front of everyone. She hesitated, her mind racing for a way out when someone chimed in, “I don’t think Madisyn would do such a thing. Teresa, maybe you should look for your tickets again.”

“That’s right. I agree,” another colleague added, feeling sorry for Madisyn.

Teresa’s lips tightened, her nervousness palpable. Damn it! Even if she was wrong, she had to stick to her story. After all, she’d done the same with the whole Miss Johns facade—she wasn’t really Miss Johns, but everyone believed she was, right?

“Who says they aren’t mine? These tickets are definitely mine,” she declared defiantly, her voice cold. Looking around at the colleagues who had spoken up, she continued sarcastically, “I wanted to take you to the concert. But I didn’t expect you to say that to me. Forget it then.”

Teresa glanced back at those who were on her side, a smug smile creeping onto her face. “You can come with me,” she offered.

Their eyes widened in disbelief. “Really? Thank you, Teresa! That’s amazing! I can’t believe I’m going to Waylon’s concert!”

With a smug look, Teresa glanced over at Madisyn. “You see, Madisyn? You made them miss their chance to go to the concert. You’re really good at spoiling things for others.”

“Is that so?” Madisyn sneered.

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Madisyn was just about to have security pull up the surveillance video when Liza entered the office. While walking, Liza announced, “Oh, Teresa, these tickets of yours are quite the hot commodity. A lot of people asked to buy them, but I turned them down.” Liza paused, noticing the tense atmosphere.

Clutched in her hand were Teresa’s five tickets.

Teresa’s face drained of color as Liza continued, oblivious to the unfolding drama, “What’s going on here?” Madisyn turned sharply, a smirk playing on her lips. “Teresa’s tickets are right here.”

Liza, still confused, nodded. “Yes, that’s right. I was just showing them to some friends who are interested. Everyone wants to go.”

The room was filled with murmurs and exchanged glances. Those less fond of Teresa now wore expressions of thinly veiled amusement.

Teresa’s face flushed with embarrassment, the five tickets in Liza’s hand feeling like five sharp slaps across her face. She cursed inwardly at Liza’s untimely intervention.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. Madisyn had kicked Teresa’s desk, sending it toppling to the floor with a resounding bang. Papers and pens were scattered everywhere, turning the area into a chaotic mess. Everyone froze in shock.

Liza’s eyes widened in fear and disbelief. “What are you doing, Madisyn? How dare you kick our colleague’s desk? You’re out of your mind!”

Madisyn’s gaze on Teresa was icy as she said, “Take your hand off my tickets. You messed up my desk; now fix it.”

Teresa’s eyes welled with tears, humiliation burning through her. She wanted nothing more than to disappear, but instead, she snapped, “I won’t do it. What are you going to do, Madisyn? You’ll regret messing with me!”

With that, she ran out of the office, sobbing.

The office was buzzing with whispers of surprise and speculation. Unable to hide her delight, Liza spoke up. “Madisyn, I bet Teresa’s gone to complain to her brother. You’re in for it now.”

Madisyn, unfazed, collected the tickets and headed for the door. Pausing, she turned to the three people who had defended her. “By the way, I have three extra tickets. Anyone interested in joining me?”

The offer left the three people momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by the surprise.

After a pause, one ventured, “But those tickets must have cost a fortune. Let us pay you.”

“There’s no need,” Madisyn replied calmly, a hint of a smile on her face.

“Thank you so much,” they murmured, their voices low but filled with excitement as the reality set in—they were going to see their idol.

Meanwhile, those who had sided with Teresa scoffed. “Hmph, I bet Teresa’s tickets are for the best seats anyway.”

“Exactly.”

They knew that the experience of the concert would vary greatly depending on the seats. With that, everyone returned to their desks.

A short while later, Teresa returned.

The office fell silent, anticipating her next move. Everyone assumed she had gone to complain about Madisyn and would now seek revenge. But to their surprise, Teresa quietly began to clean up the mess at Madisyn’s desk.

“Teresa,” one of her lackeys called out, voice laced with worry. “What are you doing?”

“We’re colleagues, after all. I really misunderstood her earlier,” Teresa replied, her tone subdued.

The lackey looked on, amazed by her apparent change of heart, and murmured, “Teresa, you’re so kind.”

Teresa didn’t respond, her mind racing with anger and frustration. In reality, she had received a stern email from the HR department, warning her that if she couldn’t maintain a positive relationship with her colleagues, she would have to leave Edge Entertainment.

She knew this must have been Madisyn’s doing, and it infuriated her. She had worked too hard to get this job; quitting was not an option. As she cleaned the desk, Teresa seethed inwardly, vowing to make Madisyn pay for what had happened.

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