Chapter 5
It was so sudden.
Ophelia crashed into his chest, and instantly, she caught a faint scent of tobacco mixed with cologne.
Ophelia instinctively tried to push him away, but William grabbed her hand. "Sit still."
As he spoke, William's arm wrapped around her waist.
The gesture made Ophelia very uncomfortable, but then she heard the driver's respectful voice addressing William, "Mr. Brown, that person did it on purpose."
"Look into it."
William's tone revealed his ruthlessness and coldness.
The driver restarted the car. William still hadn't let go. Ophelia instinctively struggled, "Mr. Brown, could you please let go of me?"
"Keep moving around like that, and I won't be able to let go."
Hearing this, Ophelia's face flushed with heat.
She was an adult—how could she not understand what he meant?
She quickly said, "If you let go of me, nothing will happen."
William found this amusing. "Something happening between us wouldn't be a loss for you."
At the same time, he released her.
Ophelia quickly got off him and sat beside him. "Anything happening that I don't want would be a loss for me."
"Fair point."
William agreed. Ophelia didn't respond.
She didn't want any contact with William, so she deliberately pulled out her phone to ease the awkwardness. William saw through it but didn't call her out.
An hour later, the driver pulled over and stopped.
Ophelia saw the standalone villa in front of them.
The driver opened the back door. William got out first, and Ophelia followed behind him.
As William walked, he said, "I used to stay here often. The house has everything. Nolan is someone I left here to look after the villa. If you don't get along with Nolan, just replace him."
"Since I'm the one living here now, I definitely need to replace him."
She didn't want to share a place with William's people.
William looked at her. "Even if you're replacing him, that'll have to wait until tomorrow. Stay here tonight first."
"Okay."
Ophelia followed him into the villa. A middle-aged man walked toward them. "Mr. Brown."
William nodded slightly. "Nolan, show Ms. Blake to the guest room."
The next second, Nolan looked respectfully at Ophelia. "Ms. Blake, please come with me."
"Okay."
Ophelia followed Nolan into a room. The driver had brought her suitcase in. After Nolan left, she finally collapsed onto the bed.
So much had happened in just a few days. She was truly exhausted and didn't even know when she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was already the next morning.
After washing up, she walked out of her room and ran right into William coming downstairs.
"Good morning, Mr. Brown." Out of politeness, Ophelia greeted him first.
William was friendly as well. "Morning. Did you sleep well last night?"
Ophelia nodded. "Pretty well."
"That's good then."
After this exchange of pleasantries, Ophelia could only smile politely. However, seeing her head downstairs straight toward the door, William asked, "What's the rush? Not even eating breakfast?"
"Something at the company."
Ophelia said this and left without looking back.
William stared at her retreating figure, then pulled out his phone and made a call. "...Yes, Jeffrey Technologies."
After leaving William's villa, Ophelia took a cab straight to Jeffrey Technologies.
She had given her heart and soul to Jeffrey, working toward their beautiful future together. Since Jeffrey had lied to her, she was going to take back everything she'd given!
What she didn't expect was to be stopped at the Jeffrey Technologies entrance by the receptionist and security. "Ms. Blake, you're no longer an employee of Jeffrey Technologies."
Ophelia's expression changed instantly. "What do you mean by that? What do you mean, I'm no longer an employee of Jeffrey Technologies?"
The receptionist replied coldly, "A notice was posted this morning. You've been fired from Jeffrey Technologies."
Ophelia laughed in anger.
She just wanted to take back what was hers, and Jeffrey pulled this stunt on her.
Fire her? Fine.
Ophelia sat down on the small sofa in the reception area for guests, then pulled out her phone and called Jeffrey. "Jeffrey, I'm giving you three minutes to get down here right now, or we'll meet at the police station."
With that, Ophelia hung up directly, not giving Jeffrey a chance to speak.
At that moment, Jeffrey gripped his phone, his face dark.
Freya came over. "What's wrong, Jeffrey? Is Ophelia causing trouble?"
Firing Ophelia had been her suggestion to Jeffrey. Jeffrey agreed because he wanted to knock Ophelia down a peg.
Looks like it had already affected Ophelia.
"Yes, Ophelia's in the lobby right now. I'm going down to see her." Ophelia's unfriendly tone made it clear she'd been stopped by the receptionist in the lobby.
She was calling him because she wasn't willing to accept being fired and wanted to stay.
Perfect—he'd go meet her.
Freya followed behind Jeffrey. "Jeffrey, I'll go with you. Ophelia's fighting with you because of me. I'll kneel and apologize to her, beg for her forgiveness..."
"No need. You stay here."
Jeffrey cut her off and strode forward.
Soon, Jeffrey arrived at the lobby.
Ophelia spotted Jeffrey approaching immediately. She stood up and walked toward him. "What did I do that you had to fire me?"
Jeffrey's voice was cold. "It's not a layoff; it's a firing."
"Then show me the termination agreement. Let me see how you're compensating me." Ophelia looked at Jeffrey coldly.
Did he really think she was easy to push around?
Jeffrey was about to speak when Freya's voice came from far to near. "Ophelia, Jeffrey firing you is giving you dignity. With all the things you've done, making a scene won't do you any good."
Then Freya walked over, her eyes cold.
At the same time, her voice attracted quite a few onlookers. Noticing their stares, Ophelia smiled disdainfully. "What exactly did I do that's making a scene?"
The next second, Ophelia walked toward Freya.
Freya found Ophelia's eyes somewhat terrifying at that moment, but seeing so many people around, she felt emboldened. "You've been at Jeffrey Technologies for so many years—you're a veteran here. But you secretly transferred clients to go solo. Ophelia, hasn't Jeffrey treated you well?"
Ophelia raised her hand and slapped Freya. "You know I've been with Jeffrey for so many years, so don't you know that all those clients were cultivated by me personally? Now that I'm leaving, what's wrong with me taking my clients with me?"
"And Jeffrey treated me well? If he treated me well, why did he lie to me? If he treated me well, why does a bitch like you exist?" Ophelia said through gritted teeth.
If looks could kill, Freya would be dead already.
But the next second, Jeffrey shielded Freya. "Ophelia, haven't you caused enough trouble?"
Ophelia laughed coldly. Before she could do anything else, an innocent child's voice rang out angrily, "How could you hit Freya?"