Chapter 592: Chapter 298: Raising You into A Scheming Little Devil
After leaving the restaurant, Jane Quinlan held his hand with a warm smile and asked: "Am I your bottom line?"
"Aren’t you?"
"Being your bottom line feels so good, like I can ride on your coattails and flaunt your power."
She raised her eyebrows looking at him: "Actually, me taking you to the restaurant today was to make an example out of someone.
Forrest, sometimes I feel like you can read my mind just like a parasitic worm in my stomach."
"I don’t like that analogy, you say you’re so academically accomplished, how come you don’t know to use a more elegant phrase."
"How about ’great minds think alike’?"
Kay Forrest tilted his head and smiled: "That’s more like it."
"Alright, if it’s ’great minds think alike’, then do you know that actually... I did something bad today."
"What bad thing?"
"I guessed that if we went to that restaurant to dine, there would definitely be a huge commotion.
If we went, Ms. Larkin would surely be there too.
Because she usually doesn’t get the chance to see you, only such an accidental meeting would allow it.
So... I used Ms. Larkin.
She is also one of the people involved in the rumors, she shouldn’t stay out of this.
Everyone says I stole her boyfriend, so I wanted to show people that we can get along peacefully.
That way, maybe they will stop spreading rumors about me."
"What if Evie Larkin didn’t come to us, or what if after she arrived at the restaurant, she didn’t sit with us?"
"I could’ve approached her proactively," she looked at him: "Is what I did a bit despicable?"
"Not at all, it’s just that, your skills aren’t there yet," he lifted a hand to tap her head: "This kind of scheming won’t do, you’ll only end up including yourself in it, silly girl."
"What do you mean?" She looked at him puzzled, was there something inappropriate about her actions?
"The narrative behind you and Evie Larkin getting along has two implications.
First, others might think your relationship is actually good, and it’s possible that what’s been said in the company are indeed rumors.
Second, others might think Evie Larkin is magnanimous, even though her boyfriend was stolen, she can still endure the humiliation.
By then, you’ll be seen as the bigger villain.
So you see, it all depends on how others interpret the situation.
You might be painstakingly scheming only to dress someone else as a bride."
Hearing Kay Forrest’s explanation, Jane Quinlan’s eyes widened as she covered her mouth in realization.
God, the world of schemes is so deep; it seems she really isn’t cut out for scheming.
"So, you’re saying that today I might’ve shot myself in the foot?"
Kay Forrest’s hand naturally moved to her shoulder.
"If your opponent was someone else today, maybe you would’ve succeeded.
But your opponent is Evie Larkin, that woman... you can’t manage her.
So today, you were definitely bound to shoot yourself in the foot."
Jane Quinlan with a bitter face: "Ah, how could this happen, why am I so stupid."
After saying this, she stamped her foot and hugged his waist in frustration: "Tell me, how could I be so stupid?"
"It’s okay, it’s okay, playing tactics is something you have to learn gradually."
"Learn gradually?" She looked up at him from his embrace, for the first time discovering that a boyfriend could encourage his girlfriend to be scheming.
"Of course, it’s a necessary skill for you to marry me in the future.
In the future, you’ll have to endure a lot because of me in this position.
If you can’t learn how to outwit others and be manipulative, you’ll suffer and be aggrieved later on.
Don’t worry, I’ll teach you slowly.
One day, I’ll turn you into a sly little devil."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to peck on her lips and ruffled her head: "Come on, don’t be upset, go have a rest, I need to go upstairs to work overtime.
I will deal with all the stuff today, so I can spend a peaceful day with you in Anchester tomorrow.
The day after tomorrow, we’ll go to your home."
"The day after tomorrow? It’s not even a holiday yet."
"I say you’re off work, who dares to keep you at the company.
Besides, the advertising department is so idle now.
Staying in the company is just killing time.
Or maybe you still want to stay and listen to the idle gossip?
When it’s time to use the card of being the boss’s girlfriend, you have to do so openly and decisively."
She has no desire to listen to any more idle gossip.
Especially when it’s revolting.
Back in the office, Jane Quinlan lay on her desk and took a short rest.
After working hours began, she hesitated whether to go in and tell Nolan Moore that she was taking a break tomorrow and going back to her hometown the day after.
What if Nolan Moore didn’t agree when she said it now.
But he shouldn’t disagree, he had previously said she should go home and rest.
She stood at the entrance of his office, and before she could knock, the phone on the desk rang.
Jane Quinlan hurriedly turned around to answer the call: "Hello, you’ve reached Jane."
"It’s me, come in for a moment."
"Okay," Jane Quinlan hung up the phone, pushed the door open, and walked in: "Director Moore, you wanted to see me?"
"I just got off the phone with the HR department; they’re about to confront two female employees in our department.
This order was issued by Kay Forrest; what’s going on?"
Jane Quinlan responded frankly: "I reported them.
Today in the bathroom, they said I was a mistress and stole Miss Larkin’s boyfriend.
I told Kay Forrest about this and asked for his help to deal with it."
"Did you hear it with your own ears?"
Jane Quinlan nodded: "Every single word, I heard it all.
I know what I did might not seem honorable, but I’m truly tired of all this gossip.
They can call me ugly, say I got Kay Forrest by unfair means.
They can even call me shameless, desperately throwing myself at someone.
All of that, I could endure, but being called a mistress is something I cannot stand.
I am not a mistress; why should they be allowed to slander me without evidence."
Nolan Moore tilted his head and smiled: "Why are you so agitated? I haven’t said anything.
I’m just asking what happened.
If my employees are being fired, I need to know the reason, don’t I?"
Jane Quinlan puzzled: "Aren’t you blaming me?"
"Why would I blame you? The rumors in the company lately have been too much.
Everyone is gossiping daily; how can anyone have the mood to work?
Good, you can go ahead and notify them about it, instruct the two of them to head to the HR department."
Jane Quinlan furrowed her brows at him, wondering what’s up with Nolan Moore recently.
Not only is he not giving her trouble, but he’s also not picking faults with her over such issues.
Has he really taken the wrong medicine?
"Why are you looking at me? Do you expect me to do the talking?"
"Oh, no need, I’ll go. I’ll head right over, Director Moore, I’ll leave first then."
She turned and quickly walked out, thinking what a strange guy he was.
She arrived at the office and loudly called out: "Stephen Quentin, Frances Lewis, HR department has notified you to head over immediately."
After hearing their names, the two exchanged glances, a hint of fear arising in their hearts.
Jane Quinlan smirked triumphantly, then turned around and returned to her seat without looking at the sympathetic glances cast towards Stephen Quentin and the others.
She picked up her thermal mug and went to the water station to fill up a cup of water.
From now on, she would drink when thirsty, go to the bathroom when needed, and no longer make life difficult for herself because of others.
After all, they had never considered her feelings, so why should she care about theirs?
We’re even now.
Before she could finish sipping the hot water, Stephen Quentin and Frances Lewis marched over, fuming.
Frances Lewis tossed a termination notice onto Jane Quinlan’s desk.
"Jane Quinlan, have you lost your mind? You got Director Forrest to fire us over such a trivial matter?
Do you find it amusing?
Everyone in the company is talking about you. Why are you targeting Stephen Quentin and me specifically?"
"The whole company is talking? I wasn’t aware. I only heard the two of you talking."
Jane Quinlan put down the mug, stood up, and stood her ground: "That’s why, wasn’t I asking you two in the bathroom?
If you have evidence, bring it out. If not, then you are slandering me."
"Slander? After you left the restaurant today, didn’t everyone see the state Evie Larkin was crying in?
If she wasn’t overly wronged, would she be like that?"
Jane Quinlan scoffed wordlessly; Kay Forrest was right, after all.
She used to think Evie Larkin was rather pitiful.
It seems she’s the dumbest woman in the world.
To be as foolish as her means one might as well throw their brain to the dogs; it’s no use anymore.
"So, because I left with Kay Forrest, Evie Larkin was broken-hearted, and I should foot the bill for that?
If Evie Larkin were to harm herself over something, should I be responsible for her life?
Then tell me, what did I do wrong to be cursed by you as the other woman?
Just because I’m ugly, do I not deserve true love? Just because I’m ordinary, can I not possess happiness?"
Jane Quinlan’s angry roar was so loud that everyone outside in the office could hear her clearly.
She was furious, angry with herself, and at Evie Larkin.
Kay Forrest was right; she needed to become stronger, transform into a little devil capable of confronting manipulative women.