Chapter 3

The entire hall fell silent.

I held the microphone to my lips and said sweetly, "Terence, what would you like to see me wearing tonight?"

Terence opened his mouth, and I could see him swallowing hard.

He was about to speak when the look on Whitney's face changed. She yelled, "Sandra Quinn! How shameless can you get?!

"Why are you flirting at the workplace? Are you using your underhanded means of seducing clients on fellow colleagues now?"

Terence snapped back to reality and coughed awkwardly.

The look on my face turned cold. "What nonsense are you spouting, Whitney?"

Whitney burst out laughing. "Still trying to deny it? I had wanted to preserve your dignity, but you're practically asking for it!

"Don't think I don't know how you managed to emerge as the top salesperson!"

She turned around and projected a screen filled with photos of it.

They were photos of me and a well-dressed middle-aged man in a suit at a variety of places, ranging from restaurants and parking lots to the entrance of a villa.

She pointed at the photos and said sarcastically, "See that? This is what our top salesperson is capable of, finding an old man as her sugar daddy. She's practically hanging onto his arm. How could her sales performance be poor?"

The photos made the crowd erupt once again.

"Damn it… is that the truth?"

"She usually acts so pure and innocent. Turns out she has a sugar daddy backing her up!"

"No wonder her sales performance skyrocketed. She had someone supporting her."

I looked at the photos projected on the screen and couldn't hold back my laughter.

The man in the photos was my dad.

I took the initiative to work from the bottom to train myself up, but he felt worried.

He would ‘harass' me every other day, worried that I was suffering or exhausted.

Whitney rushed toward me and slapped me hard the moment I laughed.

"You witch! To think you can still laugh at this point in time?!"

Smack!

The sound of her palm hitting my cheek rang in the air, and I collapsed on the ground from the impact.

My face was turned to the side, and one of my cheeks immediately started swelling up.

Whitney's chest heaved as she pointed at my nose and continued scolding me.

"Are you feeling all proud about seducing men just to further your career? That slap was to teach you to have a sense of shame!"

Whitney became more agitated as she spoke and raised her hand again to hit me.

However, this time, I grabbed her wrist and said coldly, "A wicked heart sees wickedness in everything."

She stumbled back and shrieked, "Sandra Quinn, you're asking for…"

"Shut up!"

I pointed at the man on the screen and said emphatically to everyone present, "The so-called sugar daddy you're referring to is my biological father!"

Silence fell over the entire hall.

I pointed at the photos and said clearly, "This is Jacob Lane, the chairman of Lane Group. He's my father.

"I came to this subsidiary company so that I could work my way up from the bottom. Every single sale I closed is clean and legitimate."

I turned around and faced Terence and Whitney as I pointed my phone at them.

"Do you really think I can't tell that what happened tonight is a trap you laid?

"Terence Xander, Whitney Larson—I have recorded evidence of you two being in cahoots in switching out the draw lots and coercing your subordinate into a sexual relationship.

"I'll make sure you two are held accountable for this!"

The moment I said so, Terence burst out laughing.

"The chairman's last name is Lane, while yours is Quinn. You're really good at making up stories now, aren't you?"

He stuck out his beer belly and said disdainfully, "Based on your logic, I can even claim to be our chairman's son!"

Whitney burst out laughing.

"That's because my mom and I…"

Before I could finish my sentence, Terence charged toward me and pushed me to the ground.

"Rubbish!" He pointed at my nose and berated me. "Is the chairman someone you can just try to latch onto?!

"Even at my level, I haven't had a chance to see him. How dare you spout nonsense over here?!"

I was thoroughly enraged as I put a hand over my cheek that felt like it was on fire and sneered, "Listen up, you two.

"Switching out the draw lots, deception, violence… I will report all of these to the headquarters.

"Just wait to be fired and asked to leave the building."

Whitney charged toward me and slapped me once more.

Smack!

"Still acting tough when you're done for?!"

As she shrieked at me, she rammed her heels into my fingers.

"Ahh!"

The excruciating pain made me cry out loud.

Just then, Terence's phone rang.

He looked at his screen, and his expression changed.