My Flawless Lady Boss

Chapter 5 - I Apologize

By the time I reached the company, Wendy had already gone off to Tarshium with her team. I had also been dismissed from my position on the account of my absence without prior consent.

I headed to the nearest passport agency and found someone who was willing to expedite the process for me after paying an additional two hundred to get my passport done. After three days, I got my passport, exchanged some money into Tarshian dollars, and brought my employee badge with me as I got on a plane to Carlton.

It was nightfall when the plane landed in Carlton, and once I passed immigration, I immediately called up the four hotels that I recalled seeing earlier. In my two days at work, I had gone through all the scheduling and arrangements for the team's trip to Tarshium. I knew that the client they were hoping to get was a large textile producer, and they had shortlisted four hotels for their stay in Carlton.

With my fluent Tarsh and my position as Wendy's assistant, I was able to find out which hotel the team had checked in to. By showing my passport and employee badge to the concierge, I even found out which room Wendy was staying in.

It was past ten at night when I knocked on Wendy's door.

"Who is it?" Wendy called out.

"Richard," I responded coldly.

She fell silent.

"I'm giving you one minute to open this door. If you don't, then I'll make sure that the entire world knows what happened⁠—both three years ago, and two weeks ago. I'll curse you right outside this hotel, and I'll even go to that textile company and tell them all about what you've done to me. I'll guarantee that you won't win this project."

"What do you want?" Wendy's tone was similarly cold.

"To talk."

"I received a call from the police a few days ago, and I know that you were not involved in that incident. I know you are not Bobby Lewser's accomplice, and I had misunderstood you. I apologize for that, and I'm thankful for your help, but… there's nothing for us to talk about anymore."

"You have thirty more seconds."

Again, everything fell silent on the other side of the door.

However, by the time I counted down to three, the door opened. Immediately, I pushed my way in and locked the door behind me.

"What do you want to talk about?" Wendy was wearing a white nightgown that perfectly showcased her curves. Her arms were crossed in front of her and her expression was icy. However, it was obvious that she was just trying to put up a strong front. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was uneasy.

I kept quiet and slowly moved toward her. My right fist was tightly clenched, as if I was almost about to lose control of myself.

"You…. what are you doing?" Wendy was flustered as she took several steps back.

I rolled up my sleeves as I backed her into a corner. When she saw my fearsome expression, she stiffened and gaped in fear. My face hovered right in front of hers as I stared at her beautiful face. She looked anxious, and her eyes were filled with both fear and fury.

Wendy was no longer her proud and distant self. She was trembling and her entire face was red. Her shallow breaths kept washing over my face. It was a sensation that sent blood coursing through my veins.

"Miss Lawrence, how do you think I should repay all that you've done for me?" My eyes were fixed on her as I questioned her in a menacing tone.

Maybe it was because she had been caught unaware, or maybe her fear left her frozen, she did not scream nor fight. Instead, her body was stiff as she stared at me with a frightened expression.

When I saw how terrified she was, I could feel my blood rushing to my head again. I lost all sense of rationality⁠, and all I wanted to do was get my revenge. I wanted to avenge myself against this ungrateful woman who repaid my kindness with cruelty.

She made me lose everything.

I had become an outcast in society, so even if I had to serve another prison sentence, I was willing to do so if it meant I could take all my anger and hatred out on her.

"What are you doing? I'm warning you, so don't come any closer…" Wendy regained her senses, but still, she did not scream nor fight back.

She probably knew that the soundproofing of the room was good, so it was no use if she tried to scream. Her face was bright red as she tried to glare at me defiantly in spite of her fear.

Her expression was just as arrogant as ever as she gave me a look of contempt.

Even so, I did nothing. I stared at her with my eyes full of loathing as I began to breathe more heavily. It was not out of lust, but out of the turmoil. I could not go against my morality and become the kind of person that I despised.

However, Wendy didn't perceive the situation that way.

"Don't…" Wendy cried out pitifully. I raised my head and saw that her eyes were filled with tears.

"Don't… please don't. I was wrong, and I'm sorry… Please don't do this…" She cried and shook her head repeatedly with her long hair sweeping about in a mess.

woman who was crying like that. It would eat me up inside. I cursed under my breath and walked away from her.

After taking a deep breath, I sat down on the chair beside the bed before lighting up a cigarette and inhaling deeply. A cloud of smoke washed over my lungs, and it made me feel calmer.

"Do you know why I'm not doing anything to you?" I suddenly asked.

Wendy was all curled up on the floor as she hugged her knees. She did not dare to look at me, nor did she answer my question.

I stated coldly, "You're not a goddess, and you're not some tragic female protagonist from any soap opera. The world doesn't revolve around you. You're just a woman whose looks and figure are slightly better than other women, so don't think too highly of yourself."

She still did not make a sound.

I did not say anything, but I continued to smoke my cigarette. I kept smoking them one after another⁠. I did not want to leave, so I sat there and calmed myself down. The room fell silent, and the only sound came from me as I smoked. As for Wendy, she was still sitting on the bed all curled up. The only movement she made was occasionally pushing her hair away from her eyes.

her face slowly regained the proud and distant expression that I despised seeing. I did not want to look at her anymore, so I snuffed out my cigarette and exited the room.

I had never been to Carlton before. It was different from the vibrant Sherdon and a highly-populated Banvale. Carlton was like a huge garden that was full of well-paved alleys and colorful flower beds. The only disruption came from the occasional motorcycle speeding past.

This strange and quiet city was somehow ideal for taking my mind off things. I strolled along the streets and soon found myself entering a bar. It was not crowded, but it was not quiet either.

I made my way past the crowd of men and women around me as I headed to the bar counter and ordered a beer in fluent Tarsh. Then, I sat there alone and quietly nursed my drink.

As I was doing so, my hand absentmindedly brushed against the employee badge that was still in my pocket. It was once an employee badge, but now it was just trash. I swiftly tossed it into the bin nearby.

In my vicinity, there was a Tarshian man in a flowery shirt and chino shorts who looked to be in his thirties. He seemed to have noticed my actions and bent down to take a look at what I threw into the bin.

However, I was surprised when he took the employee badge out of the bin and studied it carefully. Soon after that, he turned to me and cupped his hands politely in greeting. "Nice to meet you. May I know if you're from Caruna?"

I was in a bad mood, but for the sake of being polite, I cupped my hands in greeting as well. "Nice to meet you. Yes, I'm from Caruna."

"You're an assistant to Miss Wendy from Weymar Technology Group based in Sherdon?"

I was taken aback by his question. Weymar Technology Group was indeed the company I used to work for, and Wendy's team was representing the company for a business deal here in Carlton. Miss Wendy obviously implied Wendy Lawrence, as Tarshian people tended to address others by their first name, rather than their last name. The employee badge had my title and company written in Tarsh, so this Tarshian man obviously could read it. I was wondering why he approached me and asked me this question.

"My name is Sanderson, and I'm currently working for Baytex Holdings here in Carlton."

His words jostled my memory⁠—Carlton's Baytex Holdings was one of Tarshium's biggest textile producers, and they were the client that Wendy was fighting to strike a deal with.