Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

“Hey” Lika swaggered over and pointed at Daisy, then, with a fick of her wrist, tossed a stack of files onto Daisy’s desk everywhere. “Clean up this

The sound of scattering papers pierced the office silence, making Daity flinch. She looked up to see Erika’s s responsibility.” Daisy stammered.

responsibility now. What, you got a problem with that? Or are you thinking of quitting!” Enka glared at her

Daisy bit her lip. She definitely didn’t want to do this menial work, but she dared not offend Erika “Nino, I don’t she stammare

With resignation, Daisy silently crouched down to gather the scattered documents, meticulously sorting them page by page.

“Hurry up. Stop dawdling What kind of attitude is that? Erika rolled her eyes.

Daisy kept her head down, too afraid to talk back, and quickened her movements.

“Go get me an iced Americano,” Erika barked. “And make it snappy?”

“Yes, right away, Daisy replied meekly.

Daisy hurried over to a coffee shop, queued up. placed her order, paid, and then stood there fidgeting while she waited anxiously for her coffee

When she finally got it, she dashed back to the office, breathless, and placed the coffee on Erika’s desk, her chast still heaving from the rush,

“God, what took you so long? Speed it up next time,” barked Erika.

Daisy stood rooted to the spot, words dying in her throat, her heart aching with humiliation

Without a word, she turned and hurried back to her cubicle. The moment she sat down, the floodgates opened–tears she’d been holding back now streaming down her face.

very excuse to boss Daisy around, making her print documents one moment, fetching coffee the next.

Over the past few days, Erika had been finding every

Daisy never dared to push back, she silently completed one demeaning task after another. Their coworkers saw what was happening but chose to look the other way, pretending nothing was wrong.

Whenever Erika hurled her sarcastic remarks, Daisy would lower her head slightly, jaw clenched tight, never saying a word in her own defense.

One noon, Daisy rushed down the hallway, arms full of files, so distracted she nearly collided with

1a coworker.

“Daisy, wait up,” Serena called out when she saw her, but Daisy kept walking, quickening her pace as if she hadn’t heard.

Serena frowned as she watched Daisy looking so distracted, suspicion creeping in

“What’s been going on these past two days? And that strange reaction when I called her just now? What is she trying to avoid?” she wondered

Serena frowned, quickly circled around the design desk, and blocked her at the pantry door. “Hey, what’s going on? You look pale. Are you feeling sick of something?”

Daisy shook her head again and again, not even during to look Serena in the eye. Clutching a paper cup tightly, she mumbled in a low voice, it’s okay, really. Just haven’t been sleeping well lately. If be fine soon.”

With that, she sidestepped Serena like a startled deer bolting from danger.

“Just haven’t been sleeping well lately?” Serena repeated softly, unconvinced by the flimsy excuse.

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