Billionaire, Let's Divorce!
Chapter 0070

Chapter 0070

+25 BONUS

The rest of the ride straight to work was smooth. It was as if the universe was against Richie; there was no more traffic stop on the way.

In no time, I reached the company. The tires screeched noisily against the floor as I abruptly pressed my feet on the brake and parked clumsily. I looked around for the cops' car as I locked my own car but there weren't any of their cars around nor were the twinkling or sound of their red and blue light bars anywhere around

"Good, I'm on time," I muttered to myself and hurried inside. I ignored the greetings I got as I rushed to the elevator. I took the elevator and went to the floor where Richie's office was situated. As I rode there, I dialed the line of the head security. "Good morning, ma'am."

"Morning," I managed to answer his greeting and went straight to the reason why I had called him, "Right now, I want you to tightly guard all the exits and prevent Richie, the customer service department head, from going out of the premises if he ever tries to." "Yes, ma'am."

Even before I hung up, I could already hear him barking orders to his men. Good.

I would make sure he got arrested. I have given him enough time and opportunity to reflect on his misbehaviors and change for the better.

The elevator stopped at the floor number I had pressed. I stepped out and rushed down the hall, heading straight to Richie's office.

I couldn't hide my disgust when I abruptly opened the door and found Richie in a compromising position with one of the new employees. They were both seated on the cushioned sofa in the office; Richie's big body almost concealed the lady beside him. The lady's skirt had rolled up and Richie's hand was placed on her bare thighs as he seemed to be murmuring something to her, his face inched closer to her by the second. They were so engrossed in each other that they hadn't noticed that I came in.

I snorted loudly, disgusted and irritated and they both flew away from eachother. The girl wouldn't stop tugging her skirt down as she stood before me while Richie ran his fingers through his hair as he walked back to his office chair. "Look," he stuttered and he tried to explain just before he would sit down, "It's not what you think. I wasn't flirting with her." He pointed at her, "She's the one who is flirting with me. She came in here with the intent to seduce me."

Richie was really incorrigible, wasn't he? Despite the threats and reprimand, he still refused to detest from his promiscuous acts. Since I had been unable to make it to work due to Grace's health and the issues with my divorce, I bet he had thought his thugs had properly done the job he sent them and assassinated

1. me.

The lady shot him a shocked look coated with disbelief and betrayal before turning to me. Her face had gone pale with fear and her eyes were wide as she apologized. "I'm sorry," her voice was barely above a whisper. Her lips trembled as she fiddled with her fingers, her head hung down, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't trying to do anything, I swear it. I came in here to give him some documents he had asked for and he-*

Chapter 0070

+25 BOWS

I cut her blabbering shut as I interrupted her. "Don't flirt during work hours. If it happens again, you're out!

get out!" She flinched as I snarled at her.

"I understand, ma'am. I'm really sorry. Thank you so much, ma'am." The lady mumbled then she scrambled out of the room, with her head hanging low.

I turned to Richie, he had been looking at me but he quickly looked away when I turned but I saw the glare on his face just before he looked down, the contempt that must be spreading inside him because I was still breathing, his palm flattened on a piece of paper on her desk as he pretended to focus his attention

to it.

I scanned the room for any potential weapon he could use on me. Since he wanted me dead and we were alone, I was sure he wouldn't hesitate to slam his chair on my head until I was bleeding profusely. Though there wasn't any potential weapon but to a person with the intent to murder, everything was a weapon; everything, down to the papers scattered in his desk. I made sure to have my guard up and be alert as I took a couple of steps closer to him. I could see his Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.