Oliver ran in vain after Grace's car, which was driving very fast.
"Argghhh... damn!"
Oliver slammed the drink water bottle in his hand as he looked at the tail of Grace's car as it sped away and slowly disappeared from his sight.
"What the hell is in that woman's mind?" Oliver complained.
He had just helped Grace deftly. Now she was leaving him behind. Perfect.
***
Grace drove her car back to the office with emotion. She felt Oliver had humiliated her when he looked at her groin earlier while she was in pain. She wanted revenge.
"Let me know the taste of that son of a bastard. You know someone's in trouble, you look at their pussy. Hhhhhhh." Grace growled in annoyance while stepping on the gas pedal of her car deeply.
Not to mention if Grace remembered about laxatives that were misdirected. It also made Grace even more eager to punish Oliver.
Grace's heart and soul seemed to be unstable. She was completely consumed by endless vengeance. She didn't know what had blinded Grace's eyes, that she couldn't see all the good intentions Oliver had done for her.
Even though she had failed to harm Oliver several times, it seems that Grace hadn't learned her lesson yet. Instead of being discouraged, she goes crazy and looks for opportunities to harm Oliver.
Grace deliberately left Oliver in a small mini-market far from the city. The goal was to prevent Oliver from returning to the office on time. That way, Grace would have an excuse to cut Oliver's salary.
Only then could Grace feel victorious over the subordinate who had only joined the department she led for two days.
And in order to win her personal battle with Oliver, Grace was willing to justify any means.
***
Oliver was sitting on the terrace of the mini market drinking the fruit juice he had bought for Grace. After calming down for a while, Oliver finally decided to order an online motorcycle taxi. He knew he had to get back to the office as soon as possible so Grace wouldn't have a chance to blame him.
"Giddy up with that woman. She's just messing around." Oliver crumpled the bottle in his hand and threw it into the trash.
But Oliver wasn't one to just give up and accept unfair treatment from others. He already had a plan.
The motorcycle taxi Oliver ordered arrived. He was a little disappointed to find out that the driver was a middle-aged man. He had planned to ask the driver to speed up.
But Oliver wasn't out of ideas.
"What time did you drive up, sir?" Oliver said pleasantly as the driver held out his helmet to him.
"From morning, Mister," the driver replied, flashing a smile with his missing front teeth.
"Are you tired, sir?"
"It's normal, Mister. It's also work."
"Why don't you let me take the front, sir. So, you can take a break. Is that okay, sir?"
"Eh? Are you serious?"
"Seriously, sir. May I?"
"Wow, it's okay. It's really okay, Mister. Let's go ahead. But it's really okay, right?"
"Take it easy, sir. It's okay. After all, I asked for it."
The driver got off his bike to make room for Oliver, who immediately seized the moment before the man changed his mind. Oliver drove the bike as fast as he could as long as it was within safe limits.
He also used the advantage of using a motorcycle to pass through the rat race to get to the office ahead of Grace. Fortunately, Mr. driver obeyed and didn't protest much. It seemed like he was even relieved because he had time to rest.
After a long journey that seemed to have no end, Oliver turned his motorcycle into the parking lot of the office building where he worked.
Just as Oliver got off the bike and took off his helmet, the car driven by Grace was speeding into the parking lot.
Seeing Oliver standing in front of the gate, Grace immediately stepped on the gas pedal to the maximum point until the car almost flew.
"Okay, sir. Thank you very much."
Oliver returned the helmet he was wearing and immediately ran to teach Grace to the basement parking lot.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Grace."
Oliver bowed as Grace got out of her car.
Grace slammed her car door loudly and stomped her foot before walking away, leaving Oliver grumbling. The expression on her face was a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
Oliver stood grinning as he watched Grace walk away as fast as she could like a defeated soldier in battle. After Grace disappeared around the corner, Oliver also stepped into the elevator to his room.
Oliver returned to his room and was greeted by Bella's moping face.
Since he had asked several times without an answer, Oliver was reluctant to ask Bella again. After all, Grace had prepared a pile of work that needed to be done immediately, so Oliver didn't have much time to worry about Bella, who seemed to be in big trouble.
Second after second passed in silence. Finally, the long-awaited time to go home arrived. Shortly after working hours ended, the phone on Bella's desk rang loudly with an incoming call.
Bella, who had been tidying up her desk, stopped what she was doing and picked it up.
"Hello?" she answered in a sluggish, lackluster voice.
"Hello, is this Bella? Mr. Patrick's daughter?" said a man's voice on the other end of the line.
"That's right. I'm Bella. What's wrong, sir?" said Bella, somewhat confused because she didn't know who the man was.
In fact, as Bella recalled, only certain people knew the direct telephone number to her office.
"Do you know that your father has borrowed a lot of money from me?" the man said again.
"Oh..."
Bella finally understood. She knew that her father was in debt because he had lost a lot of money playing gambling. That's what kept her to be gloomy.
"I know, sir," Bella said in a low voice because Oliver was still in the room.
Then the man on the other side of the phone said that he was sending his men to arrest Bella's father at his house. The man he'd sent would cut off Bella's father's legs if Bella couldn't pay off her father's debt right now.
"Sir... please, sir. Give me a chance. I promise to pay all my father's debts...." Bella began to cry bitterly.
"Ahhh... don't play the crybaby. It's stale. I won't fall for the tricks of a demoness like you!" the man scolded harshly.
"Really, sir. I promise to pay for everything. So please, don't hurt my father ...."
"You really want to pay off your father's debt?"
"I do, sir. But I need time. Because the amount of money is not small for me, sir."
"Hmmm... okay. I'll give you a chance ...."
"Thank you, sir ...."
"Wait! I haven't finished talking yet."
"Sorry."
"I will not send my men to cut off your father's leg and I will consider your father's debt of one hundred million paid off if you will do one thing for me. How?" the man's voice on the other end of the line sounded as slippery as a snake.
Bella shuddered in horror. She knew this was not a good sign.
Although the man had promised to free her father, Bella knew she would have to pay a heavy price for it.
"What? What I have to do, sir?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"Hahaha. Take it easy, you have nothing to fear. I'm not a bad person. You just need to meet me at Hotel Orlando, now. We'll talk about it when we meet. How about it?"
"Hotel Orlando?" repeated Bella, trying to make sure she hadn't heard wrong. As far as she knew, the hotel was famous for its free-living concept.
"That's right. You have thirty minutes to reach Hotel Orlando. Or I will guarantee that your father will lose both legs."
Click!
The call ended.
Unconsciously, the receiver in Bella's hand slid out of her grasp. Oliver, who happened to be passing in front of Bella's desk, reached out to catch the receiver just before it hit the floor.
"What's wrong? Do you want to tell me?" asked Oliver.
Continued....