Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 164

Unfortunately, Mr. Jones was too caught up in his own mess to do anything but feel sorry for his pretty young secretary. There was nothing else he could do to help.

Yvonne and Nydia exchanged a wary glance, then started to edge backward, hoping to slip away around the crowd.

But Tracy spotted Yvonne just as she was about to escape, and immediately shouted, “Help me! That’s my sister—she knows I’m innocent! She works for the Hamilton Group. She’s the one who recommended me for this job!”

Tracy pointed frantically at Yvonne’s retreating figure, desperate to defend herself.

With just one sentence, she thrust Yvonne right into the center of the storm.

Every eye in the room turned to her, curiosity and suspicion mingling in their gazes.

Yvonne had no intention of getting involved, but a woman—a matronly, well-dressed lady—quickly blocked her path.

The woman looked her up and down, taking in her fair skin, delicate features, and the innocent beauty that made her stand out. Her expression instantly sharpened with a snide, dismissive edge.

“Well, aren’t these sisters something? Climbing the ladder by selling themselves. The older one’s got that vixen face, and the younger’s no better—just another tart out to seduce men and swindle their money.”

Yvonne’s eyes, clear and cold, fixed on the woman. “I’ll take that as a compliment—you think I’m pretty. But my looks are my own business. If you keep slandering and defaming me, I’ll call the police and press charges.”

The woman grew even more furious, about to spit out another insult, but Yvonne cut her off with an icy voice.

“There are plenty of young, attractive women in this room. Are you saying every pretty face is sleeping her way to the top? If that’s the case, then the Hamilton Group must be nothing but a brothel, since there’s no shortage of good-looking men and women at the company. Or are you saying every one of them is sleeping with a boss?”

Yvonne turned and addressed Mr. Jones’s wife directly.

The words had an effect—everyone present knew this was the Hamilton Group, not some back-alley outfit. And they couldn’t help but notice the wedding ring Yvonne wore on her finger.

“If you can’t even make basic judgments, no wonder your husbands fool you so easily. You’re led around in circles by a few words from a stranger. With that kind of intelligence, it’s no surprise people use and manipulate you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Mrs. Jones snapped, her voice trembling with rage. If she hadn’t been holding Tracy by the arm, she might have rushed over and slapped Yvonne herself.

By the end, Tracy had been stripped of her jacket, forced to the floor, and kicked several times. Linda, watching from the sidelines, finally stepped in, draped a coat over Tracy, and tried to calm Mrs. Jones down.

Once the crowd dispersed, only Linda and Tracy remained.

“Tracy, did Yvonne have it out for you or what? Even if she’s your stepsister, she really didn’t hold back. Look at how she let you get humiliated like that.” Linda shook her head with a heavy sigh, her tone dripping with feigned sympathy—stoking the flames of Tracy’s anger.

“I won’t let her get away with this! I swear it!” Tracy, her face bruised and blotchy, fists clenched so hard her knuckles turned white, seethed with hatred—she wanted nothing more than to tear Yvonne apart.

Linda, satisfied to see the hostility, gave a sly, cold smile.

“Take some time to recover. Soon, I’ll introduce you to someone powerful who can back you up.”

“Who?” Tracy’s eyes lit up with hope.

“A very influential member of the aristocracy. Win him over, and forget Yvonne—ten Yvonnes would have to kneel at your feet and beg to wash them.”