Chapter 213 Unforgivable
Lucas gave her the answer, and Jennifer's face instantly turned ashen.
"How... how could she possibly be Mr. Jennings's wife?"
Jennifer didn't remember what Quinley looked like. But if that woman was Zachary's wife, why would she be working as Oliver's assistant? Shouldn't the wife of Apex Global Group's CEO be living in luxury, just eating, drinking, and having fun?
No one answered her. She'd slapped Quinley once, so Lucas retaliated back with ten slaps. She couldn't take much—her face quickly swelled up like a dumpling.
"Mr. Jennings, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I apologize."
Jennifer immediately begged Zachary for forgiveness. But it was useless. He was furious, absolutely ruthless.
"Spread the word—whoever dares use her, Apex Global Group will pull funding from their production immediately."
With that, Zachary turned and walked out.
Wales was scared out of his mind, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. He chased after Zachary. "Mr. Jennings, don't worry. We would never use someone so unprofessional."
Jennifer collapsed to the ground. Zachary was the money man. Eighty percent of Rosewood City's film and television productions were backed by Apex Global Group's deep pockets. With One word from Zachary, and she was blacklisted.
From now on, working in Rosewood City's entertainment industry was impossible for her. The industry wasn't that big—if she couldn't make it in Rosewood City, she wouldn't make it anywhere else either.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I really was! You can punish me however you want, just please, please don't blacklist me!"
Zachary was walking fast—she couldn't catch up. So she grabbed Lucas's leg instead.
Hundreds of people stood there watching coldly. Not a single person spoke up for her or stepped forward to help.
Lucas shook her off. "Begging anyone now is useless. You crossed the young mistress—there's only one way this ends for you."
But Jennifer didn't want to die. She'd become everyone's joke, but she wasn't willing to accept it. You fall where you fall, you get up from there. So she rushed over to the Revelation Building without stopping.
At the entrance, the receptionists looked at her as if she were a rat a rat crossing the street.
"I'm sorry, you can't go in."
Jennifer's cheeks were swollen, but she forced her way inside anyway.
"Ms. Promise, I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please forgive me!"
She barged in while shouting loudly. Her voice quickly carried into the workspace. Many people craned their necks toward the entrance to look.
The two receptionists had their orders. Each one grabbed one of Jennifer's arms, determined not to let her through.
Quinley heard the commotion outside too. She didn't want to go out, but Jennifer's wailing was so pathetic, and if she kept it up, it would disrupt everyone's work.
However, just before she could step out, Oliver had already gone over.
"Leave, or I'm calling the police."
When it came to women, he always stuck to being a gentleman. Even though he found this woman revolting, he couldn't express it fully in his words and actions.
"Mr. Jennings, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Let me apologize to you, okay?"
Jennifer grabbed Oliver's arm and started apologizing to him.
Oliver was thoroughly annoyed. "Let go. Did you hear me? Let go."
But Jennifer clung to him like a lifeline. She absolutely refused to let go.
Quinley was Oliver's assistant, but she was also Zachary's wife. Jennifer wasn't stupid—in fact, she was quite clever. On the way over, she'd pieced together the relationship. Though she didn't know exactly how Oliver and Zachary were related, she guessed these two men with the Jennings surname had a significant connection. Otherwise, why would Zachary let his wife work as someone else's assistant?
Being smart was good, but being too smart sometimes backfired. Just as Jennifer clutched Oliver and refused to let go, Quinley walked over.
"Let him go."
Quinley spoke up.
Jennifer didn't release him. When she saw Quinley, it was like seeing her savior.
"Ms. Promise, does this mean you forgive me?"
She stared at Quinley eagerly, waiting for her answer.
"Ms. Green, we have no history between us. There's nothing to forgive. This is a workplace. Please leave."
Quinley's tone was all business. She didn't take the bait, but Jennifer was desperate. She dropped to her knees with a thud.
Though her knees hit the ground facing Quinley, she never let go of Oliver's arm.
"Ms. Promise, I really didn't mean to hit you today. I just... I just got carried away in the moment and did something stupid. Please, I'm begging you, let me off this time! I've already been punished for it. Please don't block my path in the industry! I've worked so hard to get where I am. Besides acting, I can't do anything else."
She sobbed pathetically, crying like her heart was broken.
Actually, when Quinley saw her face, she'd already figured it out. She knew Zachary had done something.
"That's your problem, not mine. If Ms. Green won't leave, I'm calling the police."
Quinley pulled out her phone and dialed 911 right in front of Jennifer.
In that instant, Jennifer lost control. She started screaming like a madwoman.
"I already apologized to you! What more do you want? You want me dead, is that it? Fine, I'll die right in front of you!"
With that, she let go of Oliver and ran toward the window. Just as she was about to jump, Oliver grabbed her arm.
"Is your life really worth that little?"
Quinley didn't soften. Jennifer was using her life to threaten her, and she absolutely wouldn't give in to that.
"If you want to die, do it after you leave here. Where you die and how you die is your own business. Ms. Green, everyone should be responsible for their own actions. You want me to forgive you, but why should I?"
"Why can't you forgive me? You're not me—do you have any idea how much I've suffered to get where I am? I'm not lucky like you, marrying such a great man..."
She was being completely unreasonable, saying more and more offensive things. So Quinley stopped talking.
About twenty minutes later, the police arrived. Quinley explained what happened, and Jennifer was quickly taken away.
"Why don't you go home and rest? Come back to work tomorrow morning."
Oliver said with concern.
Quinley nodded. "Alright, I'll head home then."
At dinner time, Zachary came home twenty minutes earlier than usual, only to discover that Quinley had somehow beaten him home.
"How's your face?"
Zachary pulled Quinley over and examined her carefully under the light. Her face was still a bit swollen, but it didn't look too bad.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Quinley wrapped her arm around Zachary's and pressed her head against his chest. He held her tightly with his other arm. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you well enough."
Quinley looked up playfully. "But you made up for it afterward."
"You already know?"
Zachary hadn't expected word of him standing up for Quinley to reach her so quickly.
Quinley nodded hard. "She came to the office looking for me, demanding I forgive her."
"Did you forgive her?"
"Of course not. What kind of person do you think I am? I don't just forgive anyone. Besides, my husband backed me up so hard—could I act like a pushover after that?"
Quinley said proudly.
Zachary leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"That kind of person doesn't deserve forgiveness."
"Exactly. You know what? She almost jumped off the building at the office today. Seriously, always threatening people with suicide."
"Were you scared?" Zachary asked with concern.
Quinley shook her head. "Scared of what? I didn't do anything to hurt her. Plus, I could tell—she never actually had the guts to jump."
Quinley told Zachary everything that happened at the office in detail. His eyes were still full of concern. "Maybe you really should quit that job?"
He brought up the old topic again.
Quinley rolled her eyes. "Not only am I not quitting, I'm going to work my ass off there and make you see me in a whole new light!"