When His Assistant Tried to Steal My Empire, I Took Everything
Chapter 2
Justin looked up at me, reaching out instinctively.
"Genevieve, I've got such a headache..."
I stepped back, causing him to stumble and nearly fall.
Makenna quickly moved forward and caught him, shooting me a look of disapproval.
"Genevieve, you live in luxury, spending large sums. As his wife, why don't you appreciate how hard Justin works?
"Without his efforts, could you enjoy this life of comfort?
"I really feel for Justin."
I met her gaze with an indifferent expression. She took a few steps back, still clinging to my husband.
"Makenna Perkins, is it? May I ask, on what basis and with what authority are you feeling sorry for my husband?"
Makenna's face flushed, and her neck stiffened, leaving her unable to reply.
Turning away, I addressed Frederick:
"Frederick, the gentleman has had too much to drink. Could you bring some coffee to help him sober up?"
Frederick, who had been standing by, stepped forward at my direction and separated Justin from Makenna.
A servant brought the coffee, spilling a bit on Justin's face.
Amidst Makenna's shriek, Justin gradually came to himself.
He rose unsteadily, reaching toward me with urgency.
"Genevieve, let me explain."
Justin edged closer but stopped short, wary of the coffee stains on him.
"Genevieve, I've done nothing to betray you."
I raised an eyebrow:
"Nothing yet? Or haven't had the opportunity?"
Makenna suddenly wedged herself between Justin and me.
Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glistening with unshed tears, her voice thick with emotion:
"Justin, when the clients pressured me to drink tonight, you promised me a promotion tomorrow.
"Is that something you need to discuss with Genevieve first?"
Justin's expression hardened.
Tears spilled from Makenna's eyes like a broken string of pearls.
She covered her face and crouched down slowly.
"I'm sorry, Justin. I know I've crossed a line. But I just want to make it in this city."
Justin was silent for a moment.
I knew he was likely recalling his own struggles in earlier days.
As expected, he gently reached out to pat her head.
"This is a minor decision. I'll handle it.
"For now, go back; I'll sort out the promotion tomorrow."
Makenna smiled through her tears, shot me a triumphant look, and rose to leave.
I stopped her.
"Makenna Perkins, is it?
"A bit of advice.
"Justin's white shirt can bear only my lipstick.
"And the blood of our adversaries."
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