Chapter 259 No Strings Attached
The room suddenly felt heavy and silent.
Everyone sensed something was off. Was Alex staring at Bernard's secretary?
Alex's gaze was cold and sharp, with a hint of danger, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Mrs. Mitchell noticed Alex's odd stare too. Why was the Melville boy fixated on Bernard's secretary?
Wasn't it enough that he was stringing along their Scarlett? Now he had his eyes on another girl?
Guess the saying was true: men are all the same.
But he did have good taste. That Katherine was stunning, the kind of beauty you couldn't ignore.
Mrs. Mitchell didn't like Alex being there and was about to ask him to leave when the butler, who had been searching for her, suddenly lit up and hurried over. "Mrs. Mitchell, there you are! Mr. Mitchell asked me to fetch you quickly. He needs to speak with you urgently."
Mrs. Mitchell frowned. "What is it?"
The butler shook his head. "He didn't say, just that it was urgent."
Mrs. Mitchell excused herself from the guests and followed the butler.
This interruption broke the oppressive silence, and people started whispering again.
"Why is Alex staring at that girl?" one guest asked.
"Do they know each other?" another wondered.
"Ms. Mitchell is right there, and Alex didn't even glance at her!" a third added.
"What's going on?" someone else chimed in.
Scarlett saw Alex staring at Katherine and heard the whispers. How could she be happy?
She reached out and tugged on his sleeve. "Alex, you must be tired from your business trip. Want to rest for a bit?"
Alex's gaze didn't waver. "No, I'm leaving soon."
Scarlett's smile became a bit forced. "Okay, Alex, I'll go with you."
Not wanting Scarlett to leave with Alex so late, Bernard, who had been silent, stepped forward. "Alex, since you're here, why not stay for a drink?"
Sophie joined in. "Yes, Alex, stay and have a drink with us!"
As she spoke, Sophie deliberately pushed Katherine behind her, blocking Alex's view.
Alex's expression remained unchanged. "No, I have things to do."
With that, Alex started walking towards the door.
As he passed Katherine, he suddenly stopped and gave her a cold glance.
It was just a brief pause before he lowered his gaze and strode away.
Seeing that Alex didn't pay attention to Katherine, Scarlett, who had been worried, let out a faint smile and quickly followed. "Alex, wait. I'll go with you!"
And so, Scarlett left with Alex.
Katherine's tense nerves relaxed, and she let out a slow breath.
Turns out she was overthinking. Alex no longer cared about her, the former doormat, and wouldn't hold anything against her.
What could he hold against her anyway? Their cooperation had ended, and she had left. They owed each other nothing.
But why did she feel so flustered upon seeing that man?
With nothing else happening around her, Sophie looked at Katherine disdainfully and sneered. It seemed Alex no longer cared about her and didn't want to deal with her!
Sophie hesitated, then put on a shy expression and blushingly walked up to Bernard. "Bernard, do you have a moment? I'd like to invite you downstairs for a dance."
Bernard's expression remained indifferent. "Miss Jones, could you please help bring Scarlett back? It's late, and she shouldn't be running around."
Sophie couldn't refuse a request from the man she admired. She nodded gently. "Okay, Bernard, don't worry. I'll go get Scarlett."
She felt a bit delighted, thinking that Bernard had entrusted her with the important task of looking after Scarlett, indicating that she was somewhat special to him!
As for Katherine, she was just a lowly secretary!
After Sophie left, Bernard glanced at the remaining people around, his elegant and gentle eyes polite yet slightly unfriendly. "Haven't you all seen enough excitement?"
Soon, people dispersed tactfully.
Bernard glanced at Katherine and asked, "Ms. Galatea, how do you feel after seeing someone you didn't want to see?"
Katherine could hear the subtle sarcasm in Bernard's tone but responded calmly, "Not great."
Bernard's lips curled slightly. "Ms. Galatea is very honest."
Katherine looked bored. "Mr. Mitchell, if there's nothing else for me to do here, can I clock out and go home?"
Bernard squinted at her and questioned, "You can't get a cab around here. How are you going to leave alone?"
Katherine knew it was hard to get a cab around here. She planned to call Frank to pick her up but couldn't let Bernard know about her connection with the Crescent Group, or she wouldn't be able to keep her job as a secretary.
"Don't worry, Mr. Mitchell. I can take a taxi," answered she.
"A taxi?" Bernard snorted, "Ms. Galatea, you should know that as an official employee of the Mitchell Group, if anything happens to you on your way home, the Mitchell Group will be held responsible and criticized. Do you want to cause trouble for the company?"
Katherine twitched her mouth. Was Bernard cursing her? Why would something happen to her on the way home?
Moreover, if he had been worried about her safety, Bernard could have arranged for a car to take her home.
But he didn't, which meant this boss wasn't genuinely concerned, just didn't want to give her what she wanted!
She answered, "Fine, I'll wait until the party is over and leave with Mr. Mitchell."
"That's more like it." With that, Bernard walked away.
Katherine silently followed him. As they walked, she saw the restroom ahead.
"Mr. Mitchell, I need to use the restroom," asked she.
"Go ahead," replied he.
Katherine entered the restroom and locked the door, finally letting out a long breath. Cold sweat formed on her forehead.
Sitting on the toilet lid, she gently lifted the hem of her dress, revealing a scrape on her thigh above the knee, bloody and raw.
She had gotten it while climbing out of a window and into the next room, scraping against an old, broken window ledge. It hurt, and she had been enduring the pain, afraid of being discovered.
After cleaning and treating the wound a bit, Katherine left the restroom.
However, Bernard was nowhere to be seen.
Of course, Bernard wouldn't wait for a trivial secretary like her outside the restroom.
Besides, Bernard genuinely disliked her.
Forget it. She was too tired to deal with Bernard now. She decided go downstairs and find a place to rest.
Katherine walked towards the stairs, her steps steady, hiding her injured leg from others.
A rough, cool hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, startling her. Who was it?
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