After marrying my boss (Anna)
Chapter 498

Chapter 498

Michael ignored my question and his gaze intensified.

“Michael, are you hiding something from me? Did you replace out about something?”

I glanced at Michael and asked in a serious tone. Michael was behaving too oddly today for me toignore.

“Nope. It's late. Let's go back home.”

Michael gave me one last look before diverting his attention away.

I knitted my eyebrows, obviously displeased by his answer. Michael must know something but herefused to disclose it. I was fuming with anger at the thought.

After returning to the Shaw residence, I wanted to continue pestering Michael about Mrs. Campbell'smatter. However, Michael appeared to be disinterested in having a conversation and he went to bedimmediately after taking a shower.

Hence, I had no choice but to bury those thoughts. Nevertheless, I was determined to ascertain thetruth, or else I would feel like an idiot.

These few days were exceptionally tiring for me. Michael was already gone by the time I woke up.Hence, I did not have the opportunity to ask him about Mrs. Campbell's matter.

In addition, I was occupied with work and quickly forgot about my question.

After days of looking for a job, I decided to work in a small company. It was tough looking for acompany that fit my requirement. Thus, I decided to work in a company that was about to close down. IfI could bring the company back to life, then it would be a valuable skill worth uplifting myself with.

Everyone from the Shaw family disagreed with my choice. They were of the view that with my status inthe Shaw family, I should not work at a company that was about to close down. If I wanted to, I couldget any job that I wanted and there was no necessity to get myself involved in the mess.

Knowing that their intentions were genuine and kind, I could feel the warmth in my heart. However, thatdid not make me change my mind. I stared at Michael and he too did not stop me from doing what Iwanted.

After working with the company for a few days, I found out that the company was riddled with all kindsof problems. The rectification of those problems would be insurmountable. However, I was confidentthat I could save the company.Michael ignored my question and his gaze intensified.

“Michael, are you hiding something from me? Did you replace out about something?”

During this period, I kept receiving calls and messages from Mrs. Campbell reminding me to take goodcare of myself.

Although it felt weird, I was grateful for her kind gesture.

Today, as I was browsing the company's reports, a young lady barged into the office suddenly. She wasyoung and appeared to be four or five years younger than me. Armed with a pretty face, she wore a

pair of sunglasses and was dressed in branded clothes. Undoubtedly, she came from a wealthy family.

I frowned at the presence of the lady who showed up abruptly. Putting aside my work, I raised my headand looked at her.

“Hello, may I know who you are?”

I spoke in a nonchalant tone while sizing her up.

“You are Anna Garcia?”

She took off her sunglasses and started scrutinizing me as well. Her eyes were full of rivalry.

“Yes I am. And you are?”

I immediately frowned upon realizing that she was here to cause trouble.

“My name is Janette Campbell. I'm looking for you!”

She stared at me scornfully and she did not even bother to hide the disdain in her eyes.

“Ms. Campbell, I don't think I know you. How can I help you?”

I had no idea who Janette was. Hence, I could confirm that we had never met before. However, myinitial impression of her hateful appearance was subpar at best.

“I know that you don't know me. But I do know you. My mom came all the way here because of you. I'm

here today to replace out who you are!”

When Janette was speaking, her stare exuded a strong sense of hatred.

“Your mom? Who is your mom?”

I could not wrap my head around the situation. I had never met her, but she came out of nowhere andwas now trying to settle the score with me.

Her name is Janette Campbell. When she mentioned her Mom, the first thing that popped into my headwas Mrs. Campbell. I recalled that Mrs. Campbell mentioned that she had a daughter. Could it be her?

“Is your mom Mrs. Campbell? Are you her daughter?”

I tried to test the waters. Although I framed it in the form of a question, my tone sounded like I wascertain of the answer.

“Yes. You're asking the obvious!”