A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 9: I Won’t Be the Scapegoat

Wanda Quincy completely ignored her warning. After shredding the data sheets, she walked over to the storage cabinet and, with a SWIPE, knocked all the samples inside to the floor.

"This is so much stuff. It’ll take you days to reorganize, won’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll be ’visiting’ your work every day during this time. I’ll make absolutely sure you don’t get a moment’s rest!" Wanda Quincy crossed her arms, a domineering smile on her face.

Vivian Quincy raised her slender eyebrows, turned, and picked up the phone to call company security.

Wanda Quincy said, "Don’t bother. I made sure to tell the people outside when I came in. It’s useless to call security; they won’t come in."

"So you think you can act without consequences?" Vivian Quincy gestured to the security camera in the upper right corner. "Go ahead, smash everything in here. You’ll be the one to bear the consequences for anything broken or ruined."

"You think I don’t know about the cameras? Haven’t you noticed? They’re all turned off. No one will know what happened here. Imperium Group will make you pay until you’re bankrupt!" Wanda Quincy walked toward the other storage cabinets, smashing things as she spoke.

Vivian Quincy took out her phone and recorded a short video, capturing Wanda Quincy’s ugly expression perfectly. By the time Wanda realized what was happening and tried to snatch the phone, Vivian had already posted the video to her social media feed.

"You were recording me?" Wanda Quincy’s voice was shrill.

Vivian Quincy said, "Didn’t you say no one would know? Now everyone knows. Go on, keep smashing things. Once you’re done, I can call the police. I don’t think they’re blind; they’ll be able to tell who’s right and who’s wrong at a glance."

"Bitch! How dare you defy me? Hand over the phone!" Wanda Quincy shrieked.

Not only did Vivian Quincy not give her the phone, she locked the screen. Wanda Quincy was so furious she could have spit fire. She charged at Vivian, baring her teeth and claws like a rabid dog.

Vivian Quincy sidestepped, sticking out her leg just enough to trip her. With a miserable shriek of "AHH!", Wanda Quincy fell to the ground in a pathetic heap, her face landing in a pile of dust.

At that exact moment, the tightly shut warehouse door was pushed open. The supervisor was horrified by the scene and rushed over to help Wanda Quincy up. "Miss Quincy, why are you on the floor? What happened?"

Vivian Quincy said, "Wanda Quincy was busy smashing things and accidentally tripped herself. Supervisor, how should she compensate for these damaged samples?"

The supervisor looked up and saw samples scattered all over the warehouse floor. Many of the glass-bottled samples were shattered. Her face turned deathly pale as she stammered in horror, "Miss Quincy..."

"Vivian Quincy did all of it. If there’s a problem, take it up with her." Wanda Quincy gritted her teeth and stood up straight.

Vivian Quincy waved her phone and said to the supervisor, "I have it all on video. Let’s call the police. I’m not taking the blame for this."

"But..." The supervisor looked at Vivian Quincy, then at Wanda Quincy, the woman who had almost become the CEO’s wife, feeling deeply conflicted.

The disheveled Wanda Quincy quickly fixed her makeup and cleared her throat. "Supervisor Morton, I’ve been with your CEO for six years. He’s just misunderstood me this time. Once I explain things to him, I’ll still be your CEO’s wife. I’m telling you Vivian Quincy smashed all this. You just need to handle it according to my instructions, and I will take full responsibility for any consequences."

In all these years, Jasper Ford had never had a woman by his side.

The only one with any sort of connection to Jasper Ford was Wanda Quincy.

Who in all of Crestfall didn’t know that Wanda Quincy and Jasper Ford had a thing? In fact, before their engagement, everyone had tacitly assumed Wanda Quincy was the future CEO’s wife.

The supervisor was extremely wary of Wanda Quincy, because it was entirely possible Wanda could become her boss’s wife. Offending her now would be like digging her own grave and cutting off all future prospects.

But looking around, it didn’t seem like something Vivian Quincy would do.

"Vivian, you clean this up. I’ll take Miss Quincy to get her injuries treated first." After careful consideration, the supervisor decided not to offend Wanda Quincy.

Vivian Quincy looked displeased. "This isn’t my job. I’m not cleaning it up."

"If you can’t do it, then pack your things and get out!" the supervisor said, helping Wanda Quincy out the door.

Vivian Quincy scoffed.

’As if I wanted to keep working here anyway!’

It was already afternoon when Jasper Ford received the resignation letter. His fair, elegant hands nonchalantly crumpled it into a ball. "Where is she?"

Caden Chandler lowered his head. "She left at noon. The warehouse was a mess when she left, clearly it had been trashed."

"Bring the person in charge here." Jasper Ford’s voice was clearly suppressing a hint of anger.

The moment the supervisor entered the office, she could feel that the atmosphere was off. She asked timidly, "You were looking for me, Mr. President?"

"The warehouse incident. Explain." The man’s thin lips parted slightly, his aura powerful and terrifying.

The supervisor’s face changed drastically. "I’m sorry, Mr. President! I didn’t know Miss Quincy was coming. I’ve already taken her to the hospital. I know I was wrong. Please, Mr. President, forgive me this one time."

Jasper Ford, who had originally intended to ask why Vivian Quincy had left, heard this and his expression turned icy. "Wanda Quincy came to the company?"

The supervisor thought Jasper Ford was angry because he heard Wanda Quincy was injured. Her survival instincts kicking in, she rushed to explain: "Yes, Miss Quincy originally came to see you, Mr. President. Since you weren’t in the office, she wandered around a bit. Unexpectedly, she was assaulted by the new employee and got hurt. But don’t worry, Mr. President, I’ve already fired the new employee. She will never appear in this company again!"

The supervisor spoke with righteous indignation, even feeling a little proud of her own cleverness and decisiveness. ’It’s a good thing I was sharp enough not to offend Wanda Quincy,’ she thought, ’otherwise the CEO would have skinned me alive!’

"Since when do you make the decisions in this company!" Jasper Ford slammed his hand on the desk.

The supervisor’s legs gave out, and she almost collapsed on the floor, terrified by Jasper Ford’s sudden change in demeanor. Stunned and confused, she stammered, "M-Mr. President, I only did it because the new girl assaulted Miss Quincy..."

"Get her back. Otherwise, you don’t have to work here anymore either," Jasper Ford said ruthlessly.

The supervisor left the CEO’s office in tears, completely unable to understand what she had done wrong. But she didn’t dare disobey Jasper Ford’s order. She looked up Vivian Quincy’s address and went to her home to apologize in person.

Vivian Quincy’s attitude was firm. "I’m not going back. You should leave."

"I know you’ve been wronged, but Wanda Quincy’s status is too high. I can’t afford to offend her, so I had to let you suffer. I bought you a lot of things as a gesture of apology. Please, will you come back to work tomorrow?" the supervisor pleaded humbly.

Vivian Quincy found her very strange. "You were the one who told me to leave, and now you’re the one begging me to come back. Is this fun for you?"

"I’m sorry," the supervisor apologized repeatedly.

Vivian Quincy said, "I’ll say it again: you should leave."

Seeing that she was about to close the door, the terrified supervisor quickly reached out to stop it. Vivian Quincy raised an eyebrow, her entire being radiating displeasure. Knowing she was angry, the supervisor dropped to her knees. "Vivian, it’s all my fault! I’m begging you, please don’t leave the company. If you leave, I’ll lose my job! I have parents and children to support, and a mortgage to pay! Please, save me, I’m begging you..."