All Chapters of MY UNGRATEFUL HUSBAND DIDN’T KNOW I AM THE TYCOON’S DAUGHTER: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Andrew is a compassionate, cheerful, and serene individual, yet he possesses a keen understanding of the world and is far from naive. He has proven to be the most effective Supervisor I have encountered thus far. At times, I find myself leaning against the wall, observing my employees. Their personalities vary widely: some are rude, others are kind, some are malicious, while a few are stern yet have good intentions. There are those who are playful, some exhibit proper etiquette, and others display poor manners. I have taken note of all their traits and reflected on the significance of my current role. If I had not accepted the cleaning position that my so-called husband offered me, I would never have gained insight into the diverse characters of my team. As I drifted deeper into my thoughts, I recalled my father's words from my childhood. He often said, "Daughter, always remember this: Embrace your fate and the natural order of things, for every disappointment can be a hidden blessi

As I unleashed my pent-up anger, I felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. When I glanced at Alan, I noticed he was visibly shaken by his own fury, his hands trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and I could distinctly hear the sound escape his lips. "How dare you speak to me in such a disrespectful manner! Have you lost your mind?" he shouted, his voice laced with indignation. I instinctively took a step back, yet I continued to unleash a barrage of hurtful words. "Oh, so you’re feeling wounded, are you? My words must have struck a nerve, didn’t they? Did you think you were the only one capable of inflicting pain with your words?" I pressed on, taking satisfaction in his discomfort. In a fit of rage, Alan raised his hand as if to slap me. I retaliated with a defiant yell, "What do you think you’re going to do? Are you going to hit me like you did at work today? I dare you, Alan!" At that moment, I felt an unexpected surge of courage. Surprisingly, Alan lowered his hand and

It was Ashley, the one who kept her gaze fixed on me before Michael and I headed to the cafeteria. "Hey, cute cleaner," she called out to me, breaking the silence. Despite being the only staff member who isn’t a cleaner and who seems to have a fondness for me, I chose to ignore her. I was ready to walk away when her next comment caught me off guard. "The CEO's partner has got his eyes on you." I turned around, a surge of anger rising within me. How could she make such a ridiculous statement? "Please say what you know; I don’t want to get into any more trouble," I urged. Ashley chuckled at my response. "I know exactly what I'm talking about. And I must say, you work incredibly hard. You deserve a promotion; this cleaner position doesn't do you justice. I could draft a petition to the CEO to recommend your advancement." Her kindness amused me. Although Ashley is genuinely nice and has a kind heart, I declined her offer. "I appreciate it, but I'm content with my current role. If I de

Luke stood up abruptly, paralyzed by fear as he locked eyes with the HRIS (Human Resources Information Systems) Administrator. He swallowed hard and stammered, "I dropped my keys." The Administrator narrowed her gaze, scrutinizing him with suspicion. "Luke, you're literally holding your keys in your hand." Realizing his error, Luke quickly clarified, "I don’t mean these keys; I’m talking about my house key." As the HRIS Administrator was about to step into her office, her phone rang, prompting her to pause and answer the call. "Don’t move," she instructed Luke firmly, placing her hands on her hips. Just then, she turned away, and Luke seized the opportunity to grab the flash drive from under her desk, hastily dropping his house keys to the floor. When she turned back around after finishing her call, she noticed the fallen keys and bent down to retrieve them. "Here you go, Luke. And just so you know, please don’t barge into my office when I’m not at my desk; this is a private s

Alan spoke with a boldness that was hard to ignore. "To be completely honest, I only pretended to be nice to Audrey today because Jack asked me to. I’m tired of pretending and being kind to her. My true concern is for Samantha, and I plan to take excellent care of her tonight, regardless of Audrey’s feelings or approval. Her opinion doesn’t matter to me," he declared, displaying a level of audacity that was striking. In response, I shouted in anguish, "Liar! Liar! Liar! You love me, and deep down, you know it! You've said it before!" My finger pointed accusatorily at Alan as I raised my voice. Alan let out a deep sigh. "Audrey, you have to understand that the alcohol influenced my actions, and you were well aware of that." His words stung, and I felt a surge of betrayal. "What about just a few minutes ago when you held me close? Were you still under the influence of alcohol then?" I pressed him, aware that this was a challenging question for him to answer. Alan chuckled softly