Chapter 110 Will You Feel Sorry for Her?
Alvin turned away, clutching his phone.
Margaret, still steaming mad, stormed into the restroom, filled a bucket with water, and dumped it all over Lola.
Then she chucked the bucket with force.
Then Margaret said, "We're even now. Listen, Raymond is Raymond, and you are you. You have no right to act all high and mighty in front of me. Go ahead and complain if you want; I don't care."
Margaret grabbed the bucket and mop off the floor, hopped into the elevator, and headed to another floor to clean.
Lola was livid. She had pegged Margaret as a pushover since she didn't say a word when Lola stepped on her earlier.
Just then, Lola's phone buzzed.
It was a message from Alvin: [Lola, please come to the CEO's office. Mr. Howard needs to see you.]
In the CEO's office, Raymond had just wrapped up a meeting and was ready to deal with this mess.
Lola, sobbing and whining in front of Raymond, blamed everything on Margaret.
Raymond listened quietly, grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table, took one out, lit it, and started smoking without a hint of emotion.
He wore a pricey watch on his wrist, lounged lazily in a leather chair, and his suit made him look even colder and more intimidating.
His demeanor was even more distinguished.
Lola cried her eyes out, but Raymond just kept smoking.
She looked at Raymond's stern face through the smoke, feeling both scared and in awe.
"Are you done?" Raymond finally spoke, exhaling smoke.
Lola, worn out from crying and complaining, nodded.
Raymond glanced at Alvin, who walked over to Lola with a document and handed it to her. "Lola, this is your pay stub. Check if there are any issues."
Lola noticed she had been given an extra two months' salary.
"Lola, if everything's fine, please pack your stuff and leave the Hughes Group within half an hour," Alvin said formally.
Lola was stunned, staring at Raymond in disbelief. "Mr. Howard, are you firing me?"
"Think before you act. You overestimate yourself." Raymond crushed his cigarette in the ashtray with a harsh smile.
Lola collapsed to the floor.
Raymond glanced at Alvin. "Handle it quickly."
"Yes, sir." Alvin nodded.
Raymond adjusted his glasses and walked out to continue his meeting.
Alvin looked at the crying Lola without any sympathy. "Are you going to pack your things yourself, or should I help you? Mr. Howard is being kind to you; he won't say you were fired, but that you resigned on your own, preserving your dignity."
"Doesn't Mr. Howard dislike Margaret? What's going on?" Lola gritted her teeth in frustration.
Alvin sneered. "He cares about Margaret the most!"
Soon, it was the end of the workday.
Margaret had only cleaned half of the building.
She hadn't eaten all day and was both hungry and tired.
She had started cleaning quickly, but her pace slowed as she became exhausted.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She quickly answered in the hallway. The doctor informed her that she was pregnant—just half a week along.
The doctor was serious, urging her to find time to go to the hospital for an abortion.
Her body was already weak, and her illness had just been brought under control. Another pregnancy would be too much for her. Forcing a birth would only speed up her demise.
Margaret hung up the phone silently, feeling a deep sadness. The child was truly unlucky to be hers, destined for abortion before even being born.
Tears streamed down her face, and just then, Raymond's call came in.
She was too upset and hung up, turning off her phone.
Raymond had just finished his meeting, and Lola had already left the Hughes Group.
He didn't know if Margaret had finished work; he hadn't heard from her all day, so he called her.
But she hung up.
Raymond was stubborn, too; she didn't answer, so he didn't call again.
Driving back to the apartment, he thought she would be there packing her suitcase.
According to the contract, she was supposed to move in today to take care of him.
But when he turned on the lights, the kitchen was cold and empty, and the living room had no new items.
The guest room was empty.
He went to the walk-in closet, opened a row of wardrobe doors, and saw only his items. None of Margaret's belongings were there.
Raymond sneered and called her again.
The phone was off.
Raymond texted Alvin: [Check if Margaret is still at the company.]
Soon, Alvin found Margaret through the company's surveillance and informed Raymond.
Raymond drove back to the Hughes Group.
On the 74th floor of Area A, he found her.
The Hughes Group did not use the 74th floor; it only had office furniture but no staff.
Margaret, wearing a dirty cleaning uniform, was mopping the floor with her back to him.
He walked towards her silently, glancing at the spotless floor. The Hughes Group's previous cleaners had always done a perfunctory job. He had thought she wouldn't last an hour before complaining and quitting.
But she had cleaned the entire 74th floor alone, a task that would take five workers three days!
Raymond looked at her with a complex expression; she seemed to have changed, becoming more resilient.
Margaret felt someone watching her and turned to see Raymond, tall and slim in a dark suit, standing behind her.
Raymond wore glasses and an expensive watch on his wrist.
The fluorescent lights in the office area highlighted his sharp features.
He looked at her, and she looked at him.
She was the first to look away, continuing to mop the floor. "Mr. Howard, why are you here?"
"Why does cleaning take you this long? Do I need to hire an assistant to help you?" Raymond had intended to express concern, but somehow, this came across as criticism. Margaret, already full of grievances, felt even more desolate hearing this.
Not only did he not help, but he also mocked her.
"Go home; I'll come back when I'm done." Margaret held back her tears, which fell onto the mop.
Fortunately, she had her back to him; she didn't want him to see her crying.
Margaret didn't know what she had said wrong, but suddenly, she was lifted by her waist. He held her, his face cold. "Come home with me!"
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