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'Although the cheating accusation is proven to be false, I'm pretty sure that Vernon will still be angry at Chloe for getting herself involved with Dorothea,' Diamond thought. 'In fact, he SHOULD be angry. Chloe put everyone's lives in jeopardy just because an old woman is shedding a fake tear or two. I'd scold her for being so gullible too.'

Diamond also knew how bad her boss' temper was. It was impossible to see him returning to the office, acting as if nothing was wrong after rampaging around the office before.

Unless…

'Homegirl must've done something to calm him down,' Diamond theorized. Diamond observed her boss from head to toe. He looked so relaxed that Diamond thought she was the one hallucinating before.

But the shipwrecked CEO's office was proof that she wasn't dreaming.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she asked:

"Boss, you seem to be awfully calm after destroying everything in your office just now," Diamond commented. "Did Chloe do something to calm you down?"

Diamond's question was straight to the point, and she could see her boss' jolt lightly in response.

"Well— uh… yeah, she did something to calm me down," Vernon replied. He tried to dodge Diamond's peering eyes because he didn't want to lose prestige as the intimidating boss in front of Diamond.

'Nobody would take me seriously if I told them that I fell because of one kiss. That's damn embarrassing,' Vernon thought.

"Really? Then may I know what she did?"

"No," Vernon rejected instantly. "It's a secret between us, and you shouldn't pry about your boss' private matters, Diamond."

…

'Doesn't matter, I can always text Chloe later,' Diamond thought.

"Oh, also, don't you dare prying about this stuff from Chloe, she's uncontactable," Vernon warned.

Diamond's eyes widened, "W—What did you do to her? Did you— Oh god!" Diamond imagined that Vernon locked Chloe somewhere, probably tying her up in a little black room like some crazy psychopath!

"Hey, hey! Stop with your wild imagination!" Vernon yelled. He clicked his tongue and fished Chloe's phone out of his pocket. "I confiscated her phone. That's why she's uncontactable."

"That does not make it any better, Sir," Diamond said. "You— did you lock her up somewhere?"

"What— NO!" Vernon denied it vehemently. "She gave her phone to me as a requirement for our bet. So she won't be able to contact Dorothea for a month. I'll naturally give it back to her after a month."

"And what kind of bet is that?"

"We're betting on Dorothea's promise to disturb Vincent's charity work. That old hag has complete access to all of Vincent's charity, and she told Chloe that she would stop all scholarship awardees to get their monthly allowance for three months."

"It will stir up some drama and speculation in social media, and people will start questioning the credibility of the Gray foundation. Thus, Vincent will be busy dealing with that, giving me an opening to do stuff to the company," Vernon explained.

Diamond got speechless and shook her head slowly, "Sir, that's—"

Vernon scoffed, "Yeah, I know right? Chloe will lose the bet. There is no way Dorothea will do something utterly stupid that will ruin her life. Besides, Vincent is her beloved son, there's no way she would do something that ruins her son's reputation."

…

Diamond went silent in an instant.

What her boss said was true. Logically speaking, there was no point in Dorothea doing something so dangerous that it would ruin her life and her relationship with Vincent.

"And what did she bet on, Sir?"

"Her freedom," Vernon said. His mood turned somber when he mentioned it. "She will give her freedom to me if she loses the bet. But if she wins, she will force me to forgive Dorothea."

…

Again, Diamond was left speechless by how absurd this whole thing was. She didn't understand why Chloe would bet on her own freedom for that old woman. It wasn't worth it!

'But if Chloe has that much belief for Dorothea, that means she must've known something that Vernon and I don't know,' Diamond thought. She glanced at Vernon, whose mood turned bitter whenever Dorothea was mentioned, a sign that his hatred for that old hag was permanently engraved in his heart.

"Will you actually take her freedom, Sir?" she asked.

"I just want to prove a point that I am right, and she is wrong," Vernon said. "She needs to know that you need to put aside your heart when facing a monster like Vincent and Dorothea."

'But it doesn't seem that you're putting your heart aside, Sir,' Diamond said in her heart. 'Your hatred for both of them is obviously influencing all of your judgment.'

Vernon clicked his tongue, "Let's just not talk about this. We have a lot of work to do."

Vernon sidestepped Diamond and walked to his office. He opened the door, and his jaw dropped immediately.

"Goddamn…"

Vernon was shocked upon seeing how bad his rampage really was.

Diamond followed behind and commented, "Yep, you destroyed everything, Sir. It will take me a while to order stuff since Christmas is near."

"I wasn't thinking clearly when I punched and kicked everything in my office," Vernon said. "I didn't know it could be so bad…."

"Well, now you know," Diamond shrugged. "You can just use the spare office on the tenth floor, Sir. I can tell the janitors to clean it and prepare it for you."

"Alright, you should do that, thank you, Diamond."

Diamond smiled and grabbed her phone. She got busy calling people to clean and prepare the spare office.

Vernon walked into his office and closed the door behind him.

He looked around the destroyed office and walked around the flipped furniture until he reached his flipped desk. He didn't care how expensive he had to pay to fix everything here. He had enough pocket money for that.

What he cared about the most was the crushed tumbler, with the smoothies spilling everywhere on the floor.

'It must be hard for her to prepare this banana-apple smoothie with only one hand. But she did it just for me…' Vernon thought. He crouched and used his finger to wipe and collect the spilled smoothie in his hand.

He sucked his finger and closed his eyes immediately, "It's tasty, as always." He murmured. "I'm sorry, my love. I shouldn't have been so rough on you."