When Clyde made such a scene, everyone just went from specting about him and Rachel to being almost certain that Rachel was indeed his old me.


    "Rachel isn''t as pretty as Mnie, how could Mr. Patterson fall for her?"


    "It''s not just about looks with an old me, sometimes it''s the vibe, the connection."


    "I did some snooping, and it turns out Rachel has been by Mr. Patterson''s side through thick and thin, working part-time jobs together, spending every day together. They must be childhood sweethearts."


    "Coming from simr backgrounds, experiencing life in the same ways, no wonder they clicked."


    "This time, the bossdy has met her match. A high degree plus an emotional connection, I''d say Mnie, game over."


    Gossip spread like wildfire across the office, and it seemed everyone had forgotten Clyde got injured because of me.


    Even Lina came to probe, wondering if Clyde had reignited an old romance.


    Given Ka Osborne''s precedent, Lina warned me to stay cautious.


    But what was there for me to be cautious about?


    Clyde had reced me with Rachel, the girlfriend from his college days, while I became the vile woman trying to seduce him to climb the socialdder.


    He avoided me like the gue, making Patterson Mansion his new abode, seemingly forgetting he had another home.


    Clyde seemed to be reliving his dating days, showering Rachel with all sorts of treats.


    Custard buns, croissants, moltenva cakes, egg tarts...


    Every time, Rachel frowned upon seeing these sweets.


    Back in her freshman year, she was a bit on the heavier side, even wearing men''s clothing during military training because of it, which led to quite a bit of teasing.


    Determined, sheter went on a diet, swearing off these high-caloric foods.


    And Clyde had forgotten, those were my favorites, not hers.


    Even if Rachel didn''t indulge, Clyde made excuses, thinking her taste changed while she was abroad, which exined her slimmer figure. Clyde''s discontent with me grew more intense.


    Every time we had to workte, and Clyde came to pick up Rachel, he''d give me a piece of his mind.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    "Can''t you stop dumping work on others? You''re the only workaholic here! Design needs inspiration, not overtime. Don''t waste Rachel''s brain cells. Mnie, don''t think this will get you more face time with me At best, you''re just my wife in name."


    He didn''t hold back, even in front of other colleagues, sometimes even sounding resentful.


    opped asking Rachel


    to stayte and started ushering


    è door as soon as workhet


    swno


    over.


    At first, Rachel refused Clyde''s rides, but gradually, she epted them.


    The day we were wrapping up a project with Aspire World, Rachel insisted on workingte.


    As expected, I ended up getting an earful from Clyde.


    Rachel finally snapped, mming the table as she stood up.


    "Clyde, can you stop being so unreasonable? You''re only affecting my work!"


    "I returned home with the intent of building a career, this is my chance!"


    Having barely participated in any


    projects since joining thepany,


    Rachel naturally felt frustrated.


    Having degrees and academic awards wasn''t enough for her to secure her position at the Patterson Group.


    Clyde looked at her, somewhat wronged, "I just don''t want you to overwork yourself."


    "Besides, with your talent, this kind of work should be easy for you, right?"


    "Remember in sophomore year, you won the national designpetition, you were..." "Enough! Clyde!"


    Rachel suddenly seemed to crumble, grabbing her bag in a huff.


    "Let''s just go home, stop talking."


    Watching her dejected departure, I too felt a wave of irritation.


    The one who won that award in sophomore year was me, he didn''t even remember.