No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

Chapter 1845 Calculated Scheme

Bella extended her arm, blocking the duo's path, and cast them a sidelong glance.

"Talking thrash behind someone's back is easy, huh? Talking big when no one's looking, but when confronted, you flee? How spineless," she jeered with an icy edge.

The two quivered, realizing their mistake, and dared not contest.

Instead, they kept bowing and offering apologies.

One of them slapped her cheek as she spoke, "Ms. Wickam, I'm sorry, I was out of line. I won't repeat it, I promise."

Bella's gaze remained firm, without a hint of compassion.

"Our company doesn't need employees who can't keep a lid on things and stir up trouble, especially those who spread gossip about the management and sowing chaos in the office. Now, head to the finance department, sort out your salary, and get lost!"

Both of them pleaded, but the one who had been so eager to trash-talk just a moment ago stood there dumbfounded.

Who would've thought her loose lips would cost her the job?

Bella didn't linger. She left the two in shock and walked away.

Within an hour, the incident had made its rounds throughout the company.

Everyone was discussing it.

"Is she just trying to wield power and shut everyone up?"

"Seriously, enough! Aren't you afraid of losing your job?"

"But... What if Ms. Wickam was set up? We didn't see anything firsthand. You know how damaging false accusations can be, especially for women."

The conversation tapered off as one of the colleagues chimed in. Bella's no-nonsense handling had more or less ended the office gossip.

When the rumors came to Elisa's attention, they had, for the most part, died down.

However, Paul wasn't content.

Furious, he stormed into Elisa's office, demanding an explanation for her conduct.

Elisa appeared slightly amused but wasn't about to let Paul challenge her so boldly.

A faint smile lingered on her lips.

"Mr. Grayson, haven't you outgrown the need for tutorials? Or should I schedule a 'knocking 101' session for you?"

Paul was momentarily taken aback, then understanding dawned, and his anger flared.

Slamming his hand on the table, he pointed angrily at Elisa, his voice thick with irritation, "This is absurd! I don't need a b*tch like you to school me on conduct! Tell me, was this all part of your calculated scheme?"

Elisa's silence spoke volumes, her puzzled blink indicating her lack of awareness.

Paul's tone was disdainful as he told her, "In case you missed it, Ms. Wickam fired two interns today."

Elisa's reply was casual, her words touched with irony, "Am I your go-to for intern updates now, Mr. Grayson? Is this what keeps you occupied these days?" NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Paul exhaled slowly. Suppressing his rising temper, he battled to keep his cool before saying, "It's the hot topic across the company if you're wondering. What's intriguing is that one of those interns is my niece. It makes you wonder if there's a personal grudge behind it all."

Elisa found his remark amusing, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "Mr. Grayson, as far as I know, we have no bad blood. And I'm unaware of any issues you might have with Ms. Wickam."

Paul felt a lump in his throat.

He couldn't admit that he held a personal grudge against Bella and her, often scheming to push both out, fueling the underlying resentment.

As Paul struggled to find words, Elisa's composed tone persisted, "Given that Mr. Grayson seems to be at a loss for words, I'd suggest you leave my office. Gossiping about superiors isn't appropriate behavior for subordinates. The company doesn't require employees who engage in baseless chatter.

These are your own words, if I recall. And oh, please remember to knock before entering next time."

Throughout the exchange, Elisa maintained her politeness, a demeanor that seemed to stoke Paul's anger even more.