Chapter 23


    The busybody Emilia looked at Catherine and asked, “Is Mr. Torres your husband?”


    “No.” Catherine replied, “Both of us grew up together.”


    Emilia’s eyes began to see stars, “Childhood sweethearts?”


    Catherine knocked on her head, “My child is already five years old. Don’t think of the useless things.”


    “I saw the picture of both of you kissing. You must be wealthy if you could be Mr. Torres’


    sweetheart. Why are you still drawingics?” Emilia asked doubtfully.


    Catherine restarted her phone and was about to inform Owen of the situation. When she heard what


    Emilia said, she retorted, “Rich? Do I look like a rich person to you?”


    Emilia smiled foolishly, “You’re not rich whenpared to the position of Mrs. Torres but whenpared


    to me, you are very rich after selling the rights to the story!”


    “Watch what you say online! I’m going to make a call to Owen.” Catherine said as she left the office with


    her phone and called Owen once she was in the corridor.


    “Your call is unanswered…” The automatic response came over her phone.


    She called more than a dozen times and each time it wasn’t answered. Catherine was anxious and could


    only send him a message in the hope that he could look at it soon.”


    Catherine nned to revise the script but when she arrived at her office, the noisy office became dead


    silent.


    “What happened to all of you?” Catherine asked curiously.


    Emilia frowned and said, “The head office just called and said that this project had been shelved and


    perhaps even the team will be disbanded.”


    “Why?” Catherine thought if it had something to do with the headlines today.


    Emilia waved her hands, “I don’t know. Several of us were discussing and wonder if someone had been


    offended by this.”


    The atmosphere in the office wasn’t as jovial as yesterday but now everyone’s heart weighed heavily.


    Simon walked out and pped his hands, “All of you can go home for the rest of the day. Stay behind,


    October.” After everyone left, Catherine looked at Simon who looked calm, and asked, “Has this got to do


    with me?”


    Simon nodded, “When I spoke to boss, he said that we had somehow offended Mr. rk. It was his


    secretary who came to inform us.”


    Simonughed bitterly, “I wouldn’t think of this extent if I had not found out about your rtionship with


    Mr. rk.” “Pll look for him.” Catherine stood up and picked up her bag. Simon could see that Catherine


    and Anderson’s rtionship wasn’t good. He said with worry, “Don’t do anything impulsive.”


    Catherine left the office without replying to Simon. The light outside was ring and when she dashed


    out into the sun, her eyes hurt and watered.


    She didn’t understand how she could offend Anderson when she was working diligently. Why did he want


    to force her to such an extent?


    The receptionist already recognized Catherine. When she saw Catherine, she didn’t dare to stop her and


    let her in. Catherine pushed open Anderson’s office door and saw Sienna sitting on Anderson’sp with


    her blouse in a mess. Catherine almost vomited when she saw them.


    Sienna’s smile disappeared when she saw Catherine, “Why are you here? Don’t you know how to


    knock?” “Get out!” Catherine yelled. Sienna straightened her clothes and walked to Catherine in her high


    heels and said, “Do you know who you are speaking to?”


    “Get out!” Catherine didn’t look at Sienna.


    Sienna couldn’t tolerate such disrespect, “You should be the one who should get out! Ms. Johnson!” “Get


    out.” Anderson suddenly said after remaining silent.


    Siennaughed happily, “Have you heard? Get out.”


    Anderson frowned and became frustrated, “I meant you.”


    Sienna was stunned and turned around to look at Anderson as if she had heard wrongly.


    “Do I need to repeat myself?” Anderson said emotionlessly.


    Sienna walked out defeated in her high heels. She red walked past Catherine. She intentionally fell


    onto Anderson and was about to seed when Catherine came in!


    After Sienna left, Anderson crossed his legs and looked nonchntly at Catherine, and said, “Why are


    you here again? Are you trying to pester me?”


    “Youre despicable!” Catherine ground her teeth, “Pester you? Will I pester you if you didn’t destroy my


    job and take away Lincoln?


    Anderson was hurt by her hate.


    No. He was clear that if it wasn’t for Lincoln, she wouldn’t appear in front of him ever again. Although he


    knew clearly the answer, he was unconsciously afraid of this answer.


    Anderson didn’t like the answer and looked coldly at Catherine, “Are you referring to that trashyic,


    Misty?”


    Trashy? That was her sweat and blood. To him it was trash? Catherineughed bitterly, “Whether it is


    trash or not, why do you want to interfere with my life?”


    Anderson noticed her pain but he remained a cold attitude, “This issue had gone viral. Do you want to let


    them find out that you are my ex-wife and Lincoln’s mother? Do you want everyone to know that my ex-


    wife was a murderer? That Lincoln’s mother was a murderer?”


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    “You may not be concerned about your past but I do and Lincoln does tao.”


    His sarcasm was sessful in turning Catherine’s eyes red and shattering her heart into pieces. She


    couldn’t prevent her tears from falling, “I’ll withdraw from the project and will not appear in the public. No


    one knows that I’m Lincoln’s mother. You can easily suppress any news that I’m your ex-wife. Can you


    allow this project to continue?”


    She was Anderson’s target and she could not drag down the rest of them.


    “It’s toote,” Anderson replied.


    Catherine smiled hopelessly and said bitterly, “Anderson, how can you be so cruel?”


    How could he do this to her life and hurt her? She was flesh and blood and could feel the pain. Catherine


    didn’t speak and stared at Anderson with tears welled in her eyes.


    Looking at her, Anderson became unsettled and said, “Please leave if you don’t have anything else.”


    “Anderson, let me off.” She was too tired and was afraid that she couldn’t continue like that.


    She said softly like a snowke drifting into Anderson’s heart which made him feel ufortable.


    The usual lofty and arrogant Catherine actually lowered herself for some unrted people. Anderson


    closed his eyes and recalled the old Catherine who was lofty, lively, and yet tender towards him.


    But now? Anderson opened his eyes and looked at the person standing near him.


    She was skinnier than she was five years ago but still looked very pretty. Her eyes which once were filled


    with admiration for him were now full of hatred for him and emptiness.