Chapter 128 Steven frowned, distancing himself from Ann.
Yet, Ann leaned closer again.
“Your scent is unpleasant,” Steven remarked.
Ann stayed quiet, but | couldn’t miss the subtle tension in her petite frame.
| breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful that Steven didn’t fall for her act.
“Mr. Lincoln, please review and sign if everything looks good,” Ann rolled her eyes and remarked, probably thinking Steven was a turnoff.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSteven glanced over the contract, and his expression darkened. “Who reviewed this?” His commanding presence rendered Ann momentarily speechless. “It was reviewed by the Project Department under the supervision of Mr. Adam Cyden.” “Ewan!” Steven's voice boomed.
Turning around, | saw Ewan enter the office with a grave expression.
Honestly, | had never seen Steven so serious before.
“These few can be dismissed,” Steven said as he tossed the contract onto the table.
It was evident that there were issues with it.
After a thorough review, Ewan confirmed, “How dare they make such subtle changes in the contract? These are typically hard to detect. Indeed, these individuals can’t stay.” | stood outside the door, astonished. | almost forgot that Steven wasn’t a fool, he was a genius.
He could easily spot the flaws in such a contract with just one glance. Perhaps he could even remember it all with a photographic memory.
“Ewan,” | called after him as he emerged from the office. “Who gave permission for Ann to join the company? She's the president's secretary.” Ewan nodded politely. “She claimed to be your sister, so Mr. Lincoln made an exception.” | felt a twinge of anger. Steven was still naive. | had praised him for nothing earlier.
“Ann has always been unscrupulous, and I'm worried about her being so close to Steven. Considering her inability to handle even basic contract reviews properly, it’s best to transfer her elsewhere,” | whispered.
Chapter 128 | had never considered sabotaging Ann, but she brought it upon herself with her ulterior motives.
Ewan glanced atmeaningfully before nodding. “Of course, Mrs. Lincoln.” 2/2 As | left the building, | spotted Michael leaning against the car door.
| ignored him and walked toward the road.
Are you going to the hospital? | can take you,” he offered.
“Yasmin lost her child, and instead of being at the hospital to console her, you're waiting here for me?” | sneered, wondering if Yasmin had told him she wanted to “That child isn’t mine,” Michael stated.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis denial disgusted me.
“I never touched her,” he explained frantically.
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| found him laughable and somewhat disgusting. He was lying even when everyone knew the truth.
They lived together under the sroof, and he had the audacity to claim he never touched Yasmin.
Besides, whether he touched Yasmin or not was none of my business.
“Don’t disgust me,” | shot him a glare and turned to leave.
Michael seemed persistent. “You're Stephie, right?” It seemed he was eager to confirm whether | was Stephanie.
He had his suspicions, but he wasn’t certain.
“If | were Stephanie Carlson, I'd have simply taken you out instead of letting you disgust me, | remarked. | hailed a taxi by the roadside and cast a quick glance at the Lincoln Group's office building.
| couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me, and | wondered if it was Steven.