Semua Bab After Losing My Memory, I Divorced the Regretful CEO: Bab 491 - Bab 497

I heard someone across the room call out “Mrs. Moore,” and my brows furrowed instinctively.Everyone in Highridge knew Julian and I were divorced. The way they addressed me was likely intentional.Sure enough, a few colleagues walked over. Leading the group was Catherine Warren, the HR manager.She stood at about five-foot-seven, attractive, and was known in the company as one of the office beauties.Back when I married Julian, I remembered him once mentioning that several single women in the company pursued him, and the boldest among them was Catherine.But Julian despised office romances. After shutting her down a few times, she gave up.Still, during my previous visits to Moore Group, I could sense a subtle hostility from her.And now, on my first official day stepping into Moore Group, the first person I ran into was her.Catherine sauntered over gracefully, looking me up and down before a glint of envy flickered in her eyes.She probably hadn’t expected the woman who once broke

Catherine snapped, “It was a last-minute assignment.”I slammed the table. “Miss Warren, you’ve been with this company a long time. You were informed of this meeting in advance, yet you chose to leave for a field assignment anyway. “And did you file a report beforehand? Which branch office did you visit?”Catherine’s face shifted under the pressure of my tone.But with so many eyes on her, she couldn’t afford to back down so easily.She crossed her arms and sneered, “Miss White, I told you I went to a branch office, so I did. “You’re new here. You don’t understand how things actually work, so stop trying to give random orders.”Janelle suddenly spoke up. “Alright then, per company policy, HR is allowed a maximum of ten field assignments per month. “As the department head, you get fifteen. Here’s your record for this month...”She pulled out a paper. “I just printed your attendance log from HR. We’re not even halfway through the month, and you’ve already clocked twenty field assignme

I instinctively took a few steps back.Staring at the man in front of me—calm one second and unreadable the next—I was stunned. How did he even know today was my first day at Moore Group?Had someone close to me leaked the news? Or did he already have eyes planted inside the company?And now that I thought about it, the timing of his appearance tonight felt far too convenient.Could he have put a tracker on me?Tristian caught the shift in my expression and smiled faintly. “Come on, just one drink.”I shook my head. “Thanks, but I don’t have the time. My driver will be here soon.”No sooner had I finished speaking than my phone rang.I glanced down.It was a call from Sean.As soon as I picked up, he said anxiously, “Miss White, I’m so sorry. Just as I pulled out of the parking lot, another car sideswiped mine. “I’m in the middle of sorting out the insurance details with the other driver. It might take a while. Should I arrange a ride for you instead?”I froze and slowly turned my ey

I was speechless.Tristian started the engine and drove me back to my apartment building.The moment the car stopped, I got out in a hurry. Every second spent with him felt like walking a tightrope, especially now that I’d gotten a glimpse of what he was really after. The more I understood, the more dangerous he seemed.“Wait,” his voice called from behind.I turned around, frowning. “Mr. Vaughn, whatever you’re planning, it won’t work on me. I’m not choosing you.”He leaned against the car, eyes half-lidded, wearing that same infuriating smirk.I felt like I was nothing more than a game to him—an amusing toy. The sheer disrespect of it made my blood boil.I turned and walked off without another word.“Sweetheart, I’m not any worse than Miles. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”His lazy voice followed me, but I didn’t look back.Upstairs, the anger still burned in my chest.Men like him, who treated women like playthings, only made me furious. But with that devastatingly h