No sooner had she taken a step than Marico caught her by the wrist, pulling her back.
“Is there something else?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
Marico’s dark eyes were fixed on her, his expression unyielding. “Am I someone you stole away?” he demanded quietly.
Yvonne blinked, her long lashes fluttering in confusion. This man might look cool and distant, but he was impossible to figure out. Did all executives speak in riddles, expecting everyone else to play a guessing game?
“Um… what?” she stammered, starting to break out in a nervous sweat.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to have dinner with other men.” Marico’s voice was crisp, carrying an unmistakable note of authority.
“Oh. Okay.” Yvonne nodded quickly, eager to get out of there and not thinking too much about it.
She didn’t notice the flash of displeasure in her boss’s eyes as she turned toward the door to the emergency stairwell.
Just as her fingers touched the handle, a voice rang out from the hallway. “William, are you waiting for Mr. Hamilton?”
Yvonne froze, her breath catching in her throat. She yanked her hand back and shot a desperate look at Marico, silently pleading for help.
Marico’s chiseled features remained utterly composed, a stark contrast to her rising panic. What now? she mouthed at him.
“Hey, did Yvonne come out yet?” Grace called from the corridor.
“The ladies’ room on this floor was closed for maintenance. It just reopened, but I think she went downstairs,” William replied smoothly.
“Oh, okay,” Grace answered, her voice fading as she and Nydia started talking quietly.
Yvonne let out a sigh of relief at William’s watertight cover story. Once the footsteps had receded, she knocked gently on the door.
William opened it from the outside, and Yvonne darted out, cheeks burning, practically sprinting away.

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