Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 112

“This is ridiculous. I don’t think that’s possible,” Yvonne muttered, shaking her head in denial.

If Marico were gay, there’s no way he’d be interested in her. The idea was even more absurd than her previous suspicion—that he only wanted her for physical reasons.

Nydia, oblivious to the discomfort flickering across Yvonne’s face, carried on in her knowing, worldly tone. “Anyway, these days it’s trendy to swing both ways.”

“Men, women, either one?” Grace, usually the calm and collected one, looked genuinely shocked.

Yvonne was so caught off guard she froze mid-reach for her water glass.

Were young people really this wild now?

Nydia gave a sly, knowing laugh that sent a chill down Yvonne’s spine.

Still, Yvonne didn’t believe Marico was that type of person. Compared to these crazy rumors, she trusted what he’d told her before. They were compatible in bed.

“Yvonne, your face keeps going pale and then red. Are you scared? Or do you think there’s something wrong with your cold, mysterious boyfriend?” Nydia teased, quickly getting up to sit beside Yvonne, her voice full of concern.

“I am a little shocked, but this really has nothing to do with my boyfriend,” Yvonne said quickly, taking a long drink of water and steering the conversation away.

“Alright, let’s get back to work,” she said, setting her glass down and waving everyone off, trying to look busy.

“As long as you’re okay. But if anything ever comes up, you have to tell us, alright? We’ve all been through it before. A sweet, innocent girl like you is easy prey for men,” Nydia warned, half-joking, half-serious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Yvonne replied with a warm smile.

She wasn’t quite as naive as they thought.

…

2:00 p.m.

At a subsidiary of the Hamilton Group, a joint press conference was underway to launch their new smart systems brand.

Yvonne and Grace had been responsible for the event planning and were now coordinating the backstage logistics.

The convention center was packed and buzzing with excitement.

On stage, the deputy director of the subsidiary was giving a speech. Once all the parts Yvonne and Grace managed had finished and the event shifted to an open exhibition, the two finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Yvonne, let’s go check things out,” Grace said, linking her arm through Yvonne’s as they wandered off to explore.

Yvonne wasn’t exactly a tech enthusiast, but since she was already here, she figured she might as well take a look.

“I heard the head of research for this project is Ms. White. That’s a surprise,” Grace said, her eyes wide as she glanced at Yvonne.

“The same Ms. White from the birthday party yesterday?” Yvonne asked, equally surprised.

The trust fund princess who gave Marico that $30,000 watch?

Just as Tracy finished exchanging WhatsApp info, she glanced back and locked eyes with Yvonne.

Her smile vanished. Excusing herself from Mr. Jones, she stalked after Yvonne, her face darkening.

“Ms. White’s posters are everywhere,” Grace remarked, glancing up at one of the giant banners. “She really wants Mr. Hamilton to know how accomplished she is.”

Yvonne was about to reply when a sharp, icy voice cut through the hum behind her. “Yvonne!”

Yvonne frowned. She’d walked this far and Tracy still spotted her?

“Grace, I’m going to the restroom. Wait for me here, okay?” Yvonne said quickly, worried Tracy would blurt out something about her marriage.

She slipped away, with Tracy hot on her heels. The moment they were out of earshot, Tracy caught up, grabbing Yvonne’s arm.

“I was calling you, are you deaf?” she snapped, her voice full of fury.

Yvonne yanked her arm free. “We’re not friends, Tracy.”

Tracy’s eyes glinted with malice. “Don’t get cocky just because you married some broke loser. Even your own mother can’t stand you—how pathetic is that?”

Tracy’s taunt echoed down the hallway, just as Linda, tucked behind the emergency exit door on a phone call, overheard every word.

Yvonne’s married?