The CEO's Fiancée Takes Over Everywhere

If I remember correctly, most of our company's business comes from Hunter Industries.

Ethan had even mentioned wanting to hand over the advertising work for the overseas branch to us.

Now, it seems the company is trying to fire me on baseless charges.

I scoffed and asked, "Are you really going to fire me? Aren't you worried I might report this to the labor bureau?"

On the other end, Lewis sounded increasingly impatient.

"Emma, can you stop making a scene? You've offended the fiancée of our biggest client, Mr. Hunter! If she's unhappy, we could lose that overseas advertising deal!"

I was taken aback. The only people who knew about that potential deal were Ethan and me.

How did Lewis find out?

Could it be that Ethan really was cheating on me with Sophie, and she spilled the beans to Lewis?

I needed answers immediately—there was no time to waste!

Just as I reached for my phone, I noticed a short, plump middle-aged woman approaching in a wine-red gown.

Wasn't that the wedding dress I had custom-made for Clara?

Clara is slender, and I had commissioned a top designer to create this gown specifically for her.

Now, this beautifully crafted dress was being worn by that woman, and the zipper was torn open while the lace was distorted.

Clara's face turned to disbelief.

"Emma, is that... the wedding dress?"

Seeing the gown in such disarray made my blood boil.

I rushed up and shouted, "That's Clara's wedding dress! Who gave you permission to wear it?"

The woman jumped in shock and quickly slapped me.

"You must be that shameless girl pretending to be my daughter! How rude!"

"I can wear whatever I want! It's my daughter's gift!" she shot back.

Stunned by the slap, I stood there in disbelief as colleagues began whispering around us.

"Seriously? It's her own dress; why does it concern you? Mind your own business!" one colleague chimed in.

"Looks like someone is trying to climb the social ladder but doesn't realize she's just a backup option. No matter how much she tries to show off, she'll never be anything more!" another added.

"I say employees like her should be fired sooner rather than later; we don't need anyone tarnishing the company's reputation."

Clara trembled with anger at the sight of me being slapped.

"You dare hit someone? I'm calling the police!"

But as she reached for her phone, someone snatched it away and smashed it on the ground.

"Too busy punishing that little brat to remember about you, the old hag, huh?"

"Why would you call the cops? Even if they come, they'll take you two shameless liars first!"

Sophie smirked at this.

"Exactly! You wanted your brother to join Hunter Industries? I can make that happen!"

The woman's face lit up with excitement.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hunter!"

Watching Sophie gloat made me want to laugh.

Hiring at Hunter Industries is strictly managed by HR; she couldn't just promise that without consequences—didn't she worry about Ethan's reputation?

Seeing me frown in silence, Sophie taunted, "Weren't you saying this villa was yours? Your fingerprints should unlock the door."

This villa only had my and Ethan's fingerprints registered.

But when I confidently placed my finger on the fingerprint scanner, an error beeped sounded.

I tried again several times but failed each time.

I stood there dumbfounded.

What was going wrong?