Chapter 121

Chapter 121 “Answer it here,” a cool voice said.

“...Ah? Oh.” Zach obeyed, answering the phone.“Olivia.”

Me (Olivia):“Zach, what time are you heading to the office?”

Zach:“Around 9. What’s up?”

Menu Me:“I’m going to work today, but I haven’t gotten my security card or know my office location. Could you pick me up?” I knew this sounded entitled, but I asked Zach, given our friendship.

Zach laughed.“You’re not out yet? I’m upstairs. Come up; you can go to the office with the CEO.”

There was a pause. “I’ll meet you at the office,” I said. I couldn’t just show up at his house without being summoned.

The dining room was quiet. Evan heard me. He put down his juice a little forcefully.“Are you her subordinate? Tell her to contact HR!” His cold voice reached me through the phone. Zach was so casual, answering the phone in front of the CEO.

Zach was embarrassed.

I quickly said, “Okay, okay. Zach, can you give me the HR manager’s contact information?”

Zach:“Sure, I’ll send you the manager’s WhatsApp.”

Me:“Thanks. See you at the office.” I hung up, sighing with relief. I shouldn’t have tried to cut corners. Now the CEO knew I’d asked a colleague for help, and Zach would probably get scolded.

Two notifications. Zach’s message. I hadn’t checked WhatsApp; I’d been busy making breakfast and getting ready. I was about to open it when I saw the message below Zach’s. Most people had quirky usernames; his was his real name, the profile picture a forest; his Moments were blank; it looked like a ghost account.

Three characters: Evan. Below: Okay, Husband.

My mind went blank, terror sending a jolt through me.“Husband?” Whose husband? Mine? I didn’t have a husband! Wait... this was my WhatsApp... my WhatsApp!! I called Evan... Husband!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!

My brain exploded; my eyes widened, my hands trembling. No, no, no! This wasn’t real! I threw my phone, stepped back, covered my mouth, and stared at it sadly.

After ten minutes, I accepted the horrifying truth. I sat back down, took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and checked the time–he’d sent the message at 1 AM. I couldn’t tell when I’d replied. Maybe he was also half–asleep? Should I run upstairs, grab his phone, and delete it?... The difficulty was too high.

I decided to try anyway. I deleted my message, then went upstairs.

When I reached the dining room, all three were looking at me. I forced a smile.“Good morning.”

Evan looked at my face, smiling knowingly. “Secretary Wen seems to have slept well.”