The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 153

Naomi curled her lips into a cold, mocking smile. She’d always known how much Cheryl cared about her little sister Wendy—there was no way Cheryl would stand by and watch her reputation get ruined.

“You know Joseph’s crazy about me, right? You know he’d do anything I asked, even if it means making his ex-girlfriend pay the price.”

“What are you getting at?” Cheryl’s fists clenched, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.

“Joseph has loads of videos and photos of Wendy. And yes, I mean exactly the kind you’re imagining.”

Naomi’s smile grew smug; Joseph had drunkenly spilled the whole story himself. He’d boasted that, for all Wendy’s ice-queen looks, she’d do anything he told her—kneel, pose however he wanted, no questions asked.

That kind of contradiction had thrilled Joseph at first, but the novelty soon wore off.

Her face went pale. In a sudden burst of rage, she lunged at Naomi, fingers tightening around her throat, eyes wild with fury. Her jaw clenched so hard it looked like she might shatter her own teeth. “If you do anything to my sister, I swear I’ll kill you both.”

What started as a tense conversation erupted into violence. Lindsay and the team of lawyers rushed to pull Cheryl back.

Sure, Naomi was a plagiarist, but attacking her in front of witnesses was still a crime.

“Cheryl, don’t let her provoke you on purpose. If you lose control, it’ll only hurt your case.” Lindsay dragged Cheryl aside, her voice barely above a whisper meant only for her friend.

Cheryl ground her teeth in frustration, shooting Naomi a glare sharp as a blade. This time, Naomi wasn’t scared at all—if anything, she looked even more smug, knowing she’d found the perfect leverage over Cheryl.

“That bastard Joseph actually took those photos and videos of Wendy, and now he’s showing them off to Naomi,” Lindsay muttered, her own expression darkening. For a woman, reputation was everything. She’d always known Joseph was trash, but she never imagined he’d stoop so low.

But the manager was no fool—he’d survived twenty years in corporate trenches. One look at that showdown and he knew there was something fishy about the designs. If he signed off now and trouble followed, he’d be the one taking the fall.

Better safe than sorry—he’d report everything to his superiors.

Without replying to Naomi, he hurried off to his office.

Naomi assumed, for now, the storm had passed. She swaggered over to Lindsay, chin held high. “Did you really think your little tricks could get me out of the picture?”

“You mean you and Joseph? Birds of a feather—both rotten to the core.” Lindsay shot back, her tone icy. “If those photos ever get leaked, I’ll show you what it means to be a real woman.”

Naomi laughed. “Really, Lindsay? You think you’re some kind of hero? That’s a tough job, and besides, I never took those pictures. If they ever do go public, it’s got nothing to do with me.” She was already shifting the blame—Joseph was always her scapegoat.