After Marrying My Boss

Chapter 211

Regardless, my feelings of sympathy toward her did not make me hate her any less as I still remembered how she kept picking a fight with me.

Meanwhile, Michael kept me company every day in and out of work. Although the nature of our relationship was a thorn in both our sides, I was satisfied with what I had. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

One day, Emma showed up in front of the office building the moment I came out. Judging by the way she was standing in my path, it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was here to cause trouble.

Michael had left the office early in the afternoon to discuss an important project, so Emma was obviously here for me.

“You're in my way, Ms. Jones,” I said coldly with a frown.

“I think we really need to talk, Ms. Garcia.”

Emma had the same old vicious look in her eyes when she looked at me, and that ruined her otherwise beautiful appearance.

“I don't think there's anything for us to talk about, Ms. Jones. You've stated your point twice now, and I believe I have made myself very clear as well. I suggest you stop wasting your time.”

Emma's probably trying to threaten me into leaving Michael again, just like she did on both of our previous encounters, but I'm not about to give in to her threats!

Emma's eyes lit up with rage when she saw how stubborn I was. She then glanced behind me and

broke into a sinister grin as she threatened me, “Ms. Garcia, are you sure you want to be talking about your affair with Mr. Shaw here where all of your colleagues can hear us? What would they think if they find out you're sleeping with your CEO?”

I got a little worried upon hearing that as I recalled how people treated me when they suspected me of having an affair with Michael.

“Ms. Jones, don't you get tired of resorting to threats all the time?”

I hated the feeling of being threatened, and this was the second time Emma had threatened me.

“I'm fine with it as long as it helps me get what I want. Let's talk over coffee, Ms. Garcia,” Emma said with a smug grin that did nothing to hide the look of hatred in her eyes.

She then turned around and began walking toward a nearby café before I could say anything in protest.

As angry as I was, I had no choice but to do as told and sat down across in front of her at a table.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, I was starting to lose my patience and said coldly, “How about you not waste both of our time and just say what you came to say?”

“I came to talk to you about Michael, of course. I'm sure you know very well what we did after I called you that night, Ms. Garcia. I'm Michael's official girlfriend, so I will be the one he marries in the future. Unless you want to be labeled as a homewrecker, I suggest you back off as soon as possible,” Emma said.

And here I thought she would finally have something new to say... This is no different from what she said the other day!

“And what exactly did you two do, hmm, Ms. Jones? I really have no clue, so would you mind explaining it to me?” I asked with a sarcastic grin.

I knew she was going to tell me they had sex that night, but Michael had explained everything to me before this, so I wasn't going to believe her at all. In fact, I was even starting to suspect that her feeling unwell was all faked just to trick Michael into looking after her.

“We're all adults here, Ms. Garcia. Surely there's no need for me to explain the obvious?”

Emma was clearly triggered by what I said but maintained her smug facade anyway.

Holding back the urge to laugh at her, I pretended to have a sudden realization and looked at Anna in shock as I exclaimed, “Are you perhaps implying that you slept with Michael? Oh, my god! You two had sex?”

Because we were in a public area, I made sure to raise my voice on the part about having sex for emphasis. The surrounding people gave Emma weird looks when they heard it, and I could see her fidgeting in her seat from embarrassment.

“Michael and I are a couple. What's so strange about us having sex?”

Judging by the forced gleeful smile on her face, I figured she thought her words had hurt me deeply.

“Is that so? Funny, Michael told me he never laid a finger on you, and that he hates you a lot,” I said while casually taking a sip of my coffee.

Triggered by me exposing her lie, Emma lost her temper and threatened me again, “You... What the hell do you mean by that? I'll have Michael fire you for talking in that tone with me, Anna!”

“You can go ahead and tell him to fire me right now if you think he'll listen to you. Just don't go crying when you realize you're not as important to him as you think.”

Honestly, though, I couldn't care less about Emma's threats. I knew Michael very well, and he definitely wasn't the type to be manipulated so easily.

After taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Emma stared me in the eye and said coldly, “Is this how you want to do it, Anna? You're just dead-set on going against me, huh?”

“Ms. Jones, you're the one who keeps trying to pick a fight with me. If you want to keep Michael by your side, then you should go talk to him instead of me!”

She's making it seem like my fault after everything she's done to me? How shameless and unreasonable can she get?

“Don't blame me for being merciless, then. I'm not afraid of you simply because you've slept with Michael!” Emma shouted at me with a vicious look in her eyes, making no effort to hide her hostility whatsoever.

I lost my temper from her repeated threats and refused to back down either.

“Bring it on, then!”

Not wanting to give her a chance to respond, I stood up and stormed out of the café immediately after saying that.

Oh, my god! Emma is so unbelievably annoying! It's Michael who doesn't like her, and yet she's blaming it all on me instead! Well... Now that I think about it, I'd be a lot more surprised if Michael actually has feelings for someone like her...