Chapter 11: Ivor Listened To The Recording

“Ivor, I know,” I said, and wanted to explain, but Ivor’s cynical and impatient gaze made me lose my confidence.

Elie said, “It’s okay, Ivor, we’re just talking.”

“I hear your screams. And your arm, too, what happened to it?” Ivor asked, staring at the red mark and frowning.

My heart twitches. I did not trust Elie to be a naive girl. What I had seen proved it to me, or at least I believed it was.

So I couldn’t let Elie continue her conversation with Ivor, most likely she would turn the story to a different direction.

“Boss, I…,” I said hesitantly.

Only then did he glance at me. He said, “What’s wrong?”

My heart beat fast.

I was nervous.

I took out my phone, gave it to him. Ivor looked up at the screen and saw a recording displayed.

He looked at me; I signaled him to hold it the way he signaled me when we worked together.

Ivor opened the recording file.

“Hey, don’t,” Elie tried to stop him, but it was all for nothing.

The content of the recording file sounded. Ivor frowned, listening to what was recorded, while my heart seemed to jump out of my chest.

I stared at him, observing his every expression, and cared nothing around.

After listening to the recording file, he asked me,

“You did it?”

I hurriedly nodded, hastily responding, “Yes, I did”

I expected Ivor to expose Elie’s lies and kick her out of his life, paying no attention to his unhappy gaze.

Ivor nodded, then returned the phone to me.

I was fully satisfied

“Ivor, I…,” Elie said hesitantly. She wanted to explain, but I didn’t allow that to happen.

“Sir, I suspect Miss Jenner is cheating on you, she’s catching fish with two hands, becoming your mistress but still dating another man,” I said what I thought of Elie and wait for Ivor to kick Elie out of the villa.

“No, Ivor, please hear me explain,” Elie said.

“How do you know that?” Ivor didn’t mind Elie asking me.

“I, the audio file…,” I replied hesitantly.

“Is that all?” Ivor asked and sighed.

I did not understand. What else made Ivor hesitate without doing what I wanted?

For me, that recording file was enough for everything. Why would Ivor say that?

Ivor’s gaze was still on me, he expected an answer.

“Yes, it’s the only thing,” I said.

Ivor looked at Elie, his gaze reminded Elie to say what she meant.

“Ivor, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie to you, but my dad is seriously ill. He’s in the hospital, but I can’t visit him. The hospital staff called me this morning, told me that the doctors who had just done one of his surgeries last night, and they reminded me that the hospital fees you paid earlier were over. So I was worried about my dad. Ivor, I miss him, I really want to see him. I’m sorry,” Elie said, her eyes welling with tears.

I heard the whole thing and was surprised because I didn’t think she would say that. And what the hell was that?

She was lying.

“Lia, get back in the car, you need to rest,” Ivor told me.

“But, I” I did not take it for granted when things got that way.

Things shouldn’t have been that way. I was supposed to be the winner.

“Lia, listen to me. You really need to rest,” Ivor repeated, not allowing me to deny his request. “Before that, apologize to Elie.”

Ivor’s words made me sad, more than jealous of Elie, Ivor didn’t believe me.

Did I lose his faith?

I had a tangerine stalk, but I couldn’t bear to bow down and apologize to my opponent.

Ivor sternly looked at me.

I could only make concessions.

“I’m sorry, Miss Jenner,” I said.

“No problem, you’re a loyal Ivor aide, it’s just a small misunderstanding,” said Elie.

Before I got back to Ivor’s car, I heard him ask the butler to contact the staff in the hospital where Elie’s father was and pay all his hospital bills.

Everything was clear, Ivor believed Elie.

I got back in the car; the driver gave me a look and then focused on his work. But I could not cry in the car, where there were strangers, even if I wanted to.

I did not want to do anything, sitting idly on a chair. And when I calmed down, I realized I was really stupid.

I was too hasty, immersed in jealousy and dominated by affection.

Ivor returned shortly after, to return to the company. We didn’t tell each other anything.

I’m too ashamed of what I’ve done, and I may disappoint Ivor.

My mood went bad. Coco recognized it and she tried to help me better, but I refused her help.

Coco sighed, leaving me alone.

Everything was going as usual. I still did what I needed to do as an assistant to Ivor.

A few days later, I was told that Elie was ill. She only had a cold, but Elie’s resistance was weak, so without good care, Elie won’t be able to heal quickly.

I worry about Elie, that was part of my job, and I could get more credit from Ivor if I took good care of her.

I asked about her health every day and also asked the excellent doctors from the hospital of Ivor’s mother to come and examined her.

However, I quickly realized that Ivor would not come to Elie’s villa during her illness. He had no intention of finding a new mistress, even if I had deceived his mistresses to leave him.

I was glad about it.

At that time, I had to choose between satisfying my feelings and taking good care of Elie to gain Ivor’s trust.

It was a hard choice, but it didn’t take me too long to decide.

The love for Ivor had subdued me, the jealousy had invaded me; I did not take good care of Elie. She had been ill for a long time until Ivor received a report from doctors.

Ivor asked me to come to his office.

“What have you been doing all this time, Miss Reyes?” Ivor scolded me. “Did you know that Elie’s resistance is weak, she needs good care. You just showed me how unprofessional you are. Unprofessional and irresponsibility had never to appear when you are my assistant.”

I could not explain, I looked at Ivor’s angry face and realized I had fallen into an infinite loop.

I was Ivor’s personal assistant; it took me five years to get credit from Ivor, but I was so jealous of his mistresses that I could not fulfill the tasks Ivor had given me and let him down, but when I tried to want again to get the highest credit from Ivor, I was so jealous of his mistresses.

I was afraid Ivor would fire me.

I was not brave enough to be a stranger to Ivor. But I fell into a terrifying emotional loop that couldn’t find my way out.

The situation was dangerous, and I offered a clever solution.

“I, please allow me to take a week off before going back to work,” I said.

I believed a week was enough for me to calm down.

“Take a week off, once again? Lia, why don’t you quit as well?”