Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 95

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hamilton? Did the cleaner do something to displease you?” Xenia asked with a warm, charming smile, walking over with practiced grace.

As she moved closer to Marico, their outfits—coordinated in the same muted tones—stood out starkly, drawing more than a few looks.

Marico finally released his grip on Kent’s collar.

He slipped into the suit jacket William handed him from behind. With his icy expression and stiff posture, he looked nothing like someone here for a birthday celebration.

The tension made Xenia uneasy.

She glanced at Kent, still coughing, then shot a sharp look at the flustered Yvonne. “I paid good money to have you work here, but you can’t even handle a simple task. Marico’s a stickler for cleanliness, and you left wine stains everywhere.”

Xenia humiliated Yvonne in front of everyone.

Yvonne lowered her head, clutching her cleaning cloth, and hurried over to Kent, ready to wipe up the spill and get out as quickly as possible.

Just having these people approach her made a cold sweat break out down her back.

Marico, buttoning his suit jacket with one hand, his dark eyes utterly devoid of warmth, spoke in a voice that was positively arctic. “If you’re all so aware of my standards, why do you only assign two people to clean up?”

Kent, hearing this, snatched the cloth from Yvonne’s hands. “If you want it done right, do it yourself!” he blurted, and immediately started wiping the table with frantic energy.

He was like a rabbit in a wolf’s den, desperate to avoid Marico’s wrath and eager to make himself look good.

Yvonne tried to protest, but Kent was too quick and too strong. She didn’t stand a chance.

Oh, come on…

She was sweating even more now.

Xenia gave Yvonne another cold glance, then looked at Kent in confusion before schooling her features into a soft, gentle expression as she turned to Marico.

“Marico, please don’t be upset.” She tried to soothe him, then turned back to Yvonne. “You don’t even know Mr. Hamilton’s preferences—if you can’t handle something this simple, what’s the point of keeping you around?”

She lectured Yvonne in front of everyone, acting every bit the hostess.

Before she could finish, Marico cut her off. “It is a simple task. Why don’t you and Kent take care of it together?”

Marico’s eyes lingered on her, his sharp features set in stone, with a chill running beneath the surface.

“Ms. White, pink makes you look a bit matronly. Don’t wear it next time.”

Xenia froze, certain she’d misheard.

“W-what…?” Her perfectly made-up face crumbled, as if she’d been struck by lightning.

Marico didn’t spare her another glance as he strode over to Hogan.

Back in the staff room, Yvonne had barely set foot inside when Nydia’s laughter exploded behind her.

“Yvonne, I never knew Mr. Hamilton could be so savage! I nearly died laughing.”

Still trying to calm her racing heart, Yvonne pressed a hand to her chest and couldn’t help thinking to herself,

Marico’s mouth—other than being good at kissing—is pretty much pure poison the rest of the time.