I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 75

"What?!" I was stunned. "Why was she fired?"

This wasn't right. According to the timeline from my past life, Jessica wasn't supposed to be fired for another two or three years. What had changed?

"She was found to be using her position to engage in inappropriate relationships, which reflected poorly on the company's image," Gordon explained. "Mr. Lancaster would not tolerate it."

I was at a loss for words. I was the one who had told Steven about her many affairs, but I never expected him to act so swiftly. Then another thought struck me. In this life, I was the cause of her dismissal. But what about in my past life?

Back then, Jessica had been just as manipulative, yet the day after she bullied me, she was caught in a compromising position and fired in disgrace. It was almost as if…

A shiver ran down my spine. It felt like an invisible hand was moving pieces behind the scenes, orchestrating everything. Who was it? Someone trying to help me, or someone trying to bring down Steven's company?

Gordon's voice pulled me back to the present. "Mrs. Lancaster, Mr. Lancaster has gone into a meeting. He said that if you have something to discuss, you should come to the office. He also said that if you don't come today, he will have other arrangements and may not be available to see you."

"Alright, I understand," I said, and hung up.

I had to go. I had to get this divorce finalized. But after our fight yesterday, I knew a direct confrontation would get me nowhere. I thought for a moment, then sent a text to Jacob, asking for an update on Verna.

As he passed the doorway, he happened to glance inside. When he saw me, he stopped, took a few steps back, and stood squarely in the entrance. He slid his sunglasses down his nose and looked me over with a mocking smirk. "Well, well. I was wondering who this beautiful creature was. Turns out it's just Zephyra."

He emphasized my name with a sneer. It was, of course, Steven's younger brother, Thomas. The sight of him made my stomach turn. I gave him a dismissive once-over and shook my head.

My look of disgust clearly offended him. He ripped off his sunglasses and straightened up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means nothing," I said, clutching my bag. I had no time for his games. But as I tried to step past him, he blocked my path. His eyes darted into the room behind me, and a smug grin spread across his face.