She Killed My Ex

Chapter 19 It's in an Uproar

Chapter 19 It's in an Uproar

The next day

When Caroline arrived at Royal Club, she felt a little strange. People around her, in groups of two or three, were pointing at her and talking about her.

Caroline didn't pay much attention. Perhaps because she was a cleaner and was suddenly transferred to the Public Relations Department, which was incredible for them.

But after entering the lounge of the Public Relations Department, she knew that she was too naive.

"Ha ha, here comes the bi**h." Suddenly a sneer sounded, and Caroline's face turned white. She knew the woman who was pointing at her nose and calling her "bi**h". She was Laurel Brown, the hostess in Room 606.

"Laurel, don't be so loud. I'm not blind and I can see a bi**h barging in."

Laurel laughed, "You didn't see that with your own eyes. The woman wore a clown suit and her whole face looked like a ghost. Mr. Mason let her crawl to pick up money, and she just did so. Mr. Mason let her wag her tail, and she also just did so. Really, her behavior dumbfounded me!"

Boom! Her blood almost flowed backward!

Caroline blinked. Who turned off the light? Why was it so dark? In the eyes of others, Caroline was standing there motionless, with a look of horror on her face. However, what they didn't know was that Caroline was frightened because of the darkness in front of her!

She lost her sight for a short time, but her hearing was sharper. The sneers and harsh words of the hostesses and models around her all reached her.

For a moment, she thought, "It would be nice to die like this." But in the prison, the little face full of hope for the future appeared again in front of her.

How could she die like this?

Her life was for the girl who died instead of her.

A little bit of light reappeared in her sight. Caroline was like a mud doll without a temper. She didn't say a word back, letting those people point at and humiliate her.

Laurel was angry when she saw her like that. She stepped forward and pushed Caroline. "You faker! A bi**th, don't get on your high horse! Yesterday, when you were pleasing those playboys, I didn't see you being so noble!" Laurel was not satisfied. She kicked Caroline hard.

Caroline had some problems with her legs and feet. After she was kicked by Laurel's pointed high- heeled shoes, she fell to the ground.

"Laurel, be gentle. How could you kick her to the ground?" Someone questioned. One could use his words but not his fists.

Laurel protected, "I didn't use much strength at all! Who knew she was so weak?" With a cold snort, she stretched out her foot and kicked Caroline as if she were trash. "Enough, stand up. It's no fun to pretend again. If you want to gain sympathy, you need a beautiful face."

After that, she looked round at these women behind her and said with an evil grin, "Did I just kick her to the ground? Why don't I know that? Eh, isn't it a dog that I kicked?"

"Ha ha. Laurel, you're right. You can't kick people for no reason. It's a dog that you just kicked."

"Come on, bark like a dog."

"Why don't you just lie on the ground and wag your tail as you did in the box yesterday? If you do a good job, we'll also reward you, okay?"

All kinds of ridicule went on, and Caroline got up silently on the ground.

"What are you doing? Don't you need to work?" The door was suddenly opened. Marissa didn't expect that she would see such a scene as she opened the door. Caroline, a silly woman, was obviously bullied. Marissa's face turned blue and she stared at everyone. "What are you doing here? Go to work!"

The people in the room, who were very arrogant just now, were now scrambling to run out in fear.

Marissa was cruel at managing. They had either seen it with their eyes or heard of it before. Nobody wanted to be in the hands of Marissa.

"Are you a fool? Why didn't you talk back when you were bullied?" Marissa ran quickly to Caroline and pulled her up. At that moment, her anger had not subsided.

She just couldn't stand seeing Caroline being bullied. Caroline's body was deformed. When she was fooled by the group of young masters, she didn't complain or shed a tear from the beginning to the end. She even left the pile of money without hesitation. Marissa had seen all of the above, so she could not help but be nice to Caroline, a stupid woman.

Caroline looked so much like her before!

"Marissa, is there work to do?"

Marissa was stunned and looked at the woman in front of her. All her anger was gone. She could not help sighing, "Have a rest today. You don't look good." Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm fine."

Shit!

Marissa almost swore.

But she changed her words and said, "There is no work today. There is no work every day."

"Well, I'll sit here and wait." Caroline said, "Marissa, if there is work to do, please inform me immediately. Although I'm not good-looking and have a bad body shape, I'm willing to do anything, no matter how dirty and tired it is. I can do anything that others don't want to do to please guests. Just don't let me drink." Caroline had never considered selling her body. In her opinion, she was ugly, so it was very safe for her.

"Forget it. Have it your own way." Marissa shook her head and walked out of the public relations department.

She wasn't going to arrange work for Caroline today.

But she didn't expect Caroline to be caught in a box on the third floor when she came out of the bathroom on the third floor.

"Well, Mr. Wyatt, this is Caroline who I was talking about."

Caroline saw Gianna, with a charming smile, talking to the middle-aged, balding man on the sofa. Caroline knew Gianna, who was a female model. When Gianna and Antonio were kissing each other passionately in the stairway, she ran into them by chance.

"Caroline, come here. Mr. Wyatt said that he would buy you a drink."

Caroline shook her head. "I'm allergic to alcohol."

Gianna immediately turned hostile and shouted, "Caroline, you dare to refuse Mr. Wyatt? Do you look down on Mr. Wyatt?"

Caroline stole a glance at Mr. Wyatt, and sure enough, he didn't look good.

Caroline had to bite the bullet and said, "Mr. Wyatt, I'm really allergic to alcohol. I almost died once. If I drink wine and have an accident, it'll make you get into trouble with Royal Club."

Hearing her words, Mr. Wyatt didn't ask her to drink anymore, although he was still angry. But he refused to let her go.

"Then what can you do?"

"I..." Caroline was about to speak, but Gianna interrupted her. "Mr. Wyatt, why don't you let her sing? It must be fun to sing with her rough voice."

When Caroline was in prison, her vocal cord was damaged. Her voice became rough. She usually didn't like to talk. If she spoke, her voice was also deliberately low.

"Her voice is so unpleasant. Can she sing well?"

"Mr. Wyatt" Gianna simply sat on Mr. Wyatt's lap and said, "Mr. Wyatt, we can listen to the beautiful songs everywhere. But it's the most interesting thing to hear her sing with her rough voice. You let her sing one song after another, okay? If you don't like to hear her singing, we can plug our ears with earplugs."

"Her voice is so unpleasant, and do you want to hear her singing?" Mr. Wyatt said.

"Just because it's so terrible. I want to see whether it's even worse if her voice gets hoarse." Then her plump breasts rested on Mr. Wyatt's arm. She said coquettishly, "Oh, Mr. Wyatt, okay? Okay?"