Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 162

She remembered that Tracy had majored in office administration.

Tracy spotted Yvonne as well.

The look she shot over was brimming with smug arrogance.

“Yvonne, isn’t that your stepsister? What’s she doing working for Mr. Jones? Don’t tell me she…” Grace recognized Tracy too, trailing off in a way that left nothing unsaid—everyone got the implication.

“Forget her. We’re here to work,” Yvonne said, her expression steady and composed, clearly unfazed by Tracy’s presence.

Nydia clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Work hasn’t even started, but the gossip’s already flying. Mr. Jones is definitely married at his age. You’d better keep your distance from Tracy. If his wife shows up, you might get caught in the crossfire.”

“I’ve already cut ties with her.” The last time, when Jason and John had knocked her out and kidnapped her, she hadn’t been seriously hurt, and there was no evidence linking Tracy to it.

Still, Yvonne couldn’t shake the feeling that Tracy had something to do with that incident.

Tracy, for her part, didn’t bother with Yvonne. Instead, she sashayed up to Linda with practiced familiarity. “Ms. Carter, right this way.”

Linda glanced at Tracy, and for a split second, their eyes met.

Yvonne caught something unusual in that brief exchange.

Those two… they knew each other.

But the moment passed. Tracy led Linda down the hall, both women pointedly avoiding conversation.

Clearly, they didn’t want Yvonne catching on.

Inside the large conference room, seven or eight people were already waiting.

When it finally ended, Yvonne and Nydia headed to the restroom.

Of course, they ran into Tracy again.

She strode over in her towering stilettos, hips swaying, oozing with calculated allure.

“My dear sister, you’ve been working for two years and you’re still just an employee. Meanwhile, I’m still an intern and already the chief secretary to the vice president, making several times your salary. Honestly, you can’t compete with me in anything.” Tracy deliberately blocked Yvonne’s path, her heels clicking on the tile.

Both women worked in the business world, but while Yvonne exuded straightforward professionalism, Tracy looked every bit the classic office seductress.

Yvonne’s lips curved into an easy, pretty smile, her eyes cool and clear. “You’re right. I just can’t bring myself to do what you do. Anyone over forty or fifty, you’re happy to take them all.”

Tracy’s face darkened instantly, her gaze sweeping over Yvonne with icy disdain. “At least I’m not like you, dating some insurance peddler who probably makes less in a month than I do in a week. Who are you to judge me?”