Chapter 58 Work Party
Scarlett''s POV:
Just like Abner had advised, I went to the party with Linda.
I had been to this kind of gathering before. But until now, I was still not used to it. I did not like
drinking either. After all, alcohol was the mostmon excuse people used after making a mistake.
The first thing I saw when I entered the private room were several men with bulging bellies and
empty wine bottles. It appeared that they had been drinking longbefore Linda and I had arrived.
A fat, bald man waved at me and said, "You''rete. Miss Riley, why don''t you sit next to me? I have
something to tell you." He then nced at the young blonde woman who was sitting next to him.
As if on cue, the woman, probably his secretary, stood up and offered her seat to me.
"This is Mr. Valdez, the CEO of Valdez Group," Linda whispered in my ear before I walked over to
him.
I immediately understood what she meant by that. That man was someone I could not afford to
offend. He had invited me enthusiastically. It would be disrespectful to decline. As I slowly made my
way to him, I unconsciously tugged the hem of my dress, lengthening it for an inch or two.
I sat next to Mr. Valdez and forced a smile.
"Scarlett, you''re more beautiful than I thought. When I first saw you on TV, I thought your legs under
your skirt must be smooth and enticing." Mr. Valdez looked at me with a lecherous gaze and even
put his hand on my thigh.
I felt that the smile on my face must be stiff.
"You must be more beautiful in bed. Scarlett, ady like you should wear short skirts often, so you
can make more men think with their dicks." Mr. Valdez continued to make lewd and sexist remarks,
and the men he was withughed heartily at his jokes.
I felt humiliated and indignant. I felt an urge to kick him on the part where it hurt the most. But, of
course, I could not do that. Unable to do anything, I took a deep breath and restrained myself.
"If you say so, Mr. Valdez. I will consider your suggestion," I replied with a forced smile. It was
obviously a lie. If only I could, I would tell him to go fuck himself. Sadly, saying that would cost me
my job.
Mr. Valdez lit a cigarette and turned to Linda. "Linda, you have an obedient subordinate here. But
she''s still a newbie. You should teach her more."
"I will, Mr. Valdez." Linda agreed with a smile.
Just as I thought that verbal sexual abuse was the worst part of the drinking culture, the guests
began to take turns to propose a toast to Mr. Valdez. When it was my turn, everyone looked at me
expectantly. I looked at Linda unconsciously and noticed that she was also cheering for me.
Only then did I realize that at work parties, young girls were always at a disadvantage. Stifling my
distaste, I raised my ss and clinked it with Mr. Valdez''s. He smiled happily and drank the wine in
one gulp. Not wanting to put myself in a bad light, I plucked up the courage and did the same thing.
I thought thatpromising was enough, so this dreadful experience would soon be over. But it
turned out that the worse was yet toe. Mr. Valdez began filling my ss with alcohol again and
again. As I did not want to offend him, I had no choice but to drink it every time.
My mind became fuzzy not long after, and it continued until the rest of the party.
God. I had never drunk so much in my life.
Once the party was over, Linda told me she would wait for me at the gate. She just had to see other
guests off first.
My head was spinning so badly that I had to lean against the wall when I walked. With my
remaining consciousness, I contemted whether to call someone or just hold out, hoping I would
not end up sleeping on the streets for the night. The first choice seemed more logical. But on
second thought, I had no idea who to call. With that, I supported myself on the wall and continued
walking.
"Here you are, Scarlett. You''re drunk. Do you want to go upstairs and take a rest?" A creepy and
ominous voice came from behind. It was that old geezer, Mr. Valdez. When he spoke, he put his
hands on my waist and fumbled around.
His touch made me feel sick to the stomach. But thanks to this, my foggy mind became clear in an
instant.
"No, thank you, Mr. Valdez. I should go home now, or my family will be worried sick." While resisting
the impulse to beat him, I shook off his hand and walked forward. Fortunately, there were guests in
the corridor, so he did not insist.
I immediately saw Linda when I arrived at the entrance. She walked up to me and supported my
body.
"Honey, you look tired. Let me call a Uber for you." "No need. I''ll drive her home," a familiar voice
said.
I turned around and saw Abner marching towards me and Linda with a fierce look on his face. He
yanked me away from Linda''s hand, and my face bumped into his chest.
"Linda, I asked you to take care of Scarlett, didn''t I? Why did you push her to Mr. Valdez? Scarlett
isn''t that kind of girl. I hope this incident won''t happen again!" Abner ordered. Judging from the tone
of this voice, he was furious.
He held me in his arms and solemnly said, "Scarlett, I''m sorry I''mte."
I could tell from the pain in his voice that he was guilty. I appreciated his help, but I did not have the
strength to respond. My eyes closed slowly. And before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
The next morning, I was awakened by a loud noise.
"You bastard! Where did you take herst night?" a familiar voice bellowed. It was Charles.
My eyes fluttered open, and I ran to the living room as fast as I could.
In the living room, I saw Charles beating the hell out of Abner on the floor. A few steps away from
them, a vasey in pieces. The veins on Charles''s forehead bulged in anger. What was more, his
eyes were so fierce as though he was going to kill Abner. I was terrified of what would happen next.
So, without thinking, I rushed over and stopped Charles.
"Charles, what are you doing? Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
Unfortunately, my words had no effect on Charles, and he just pushed me away. If it were not for the
sofa behind me, I would have fallen on the floor and got hurt.
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"Charles, what the hell are you doing?" Abner pushed Charles away and rushed to my aid.
Charles also stood up and looked at me nkly as if he could not believe what he had done.
"Charles, why did you hit him?" I angrily asked. There were far more important things to worry about
than myself. For instance, Abner was beaten ck and blue.
Instead of answering my question, Charles asked back, "He took you to the work party, didn''t he?"
"He didn''t! I went there myself! Social engagements are necessary for work," I fired back.
To my surprise, what I had said angered Charles even more. He pushed Abner out of his way and
grabbed my hand.
"Scarlett, I can give you the whole world. Just tell me. Don''t do this to yourself. And, for fuck''s sake,
don''t torture me like this!" Charles closed his eyes and frowned deeply as if repressing pain.
I opened my eyes wide, incredulous with what I had heard. I even thought that I was only
hallucinating. Charles was once my whole world, but not anymore. Bitterness shed through my
heart at the thought of this.
"Scarlett, don''t attend those kinds of social engagements anymore. Where did that jerk touch you?
Go, take a shower." Charles grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bathroom.
I shook off his hand. "You''re worried that someone might have touched me. Is it because you''re
scared that I''d cheat on you?"
"That''s not what I mean." Charles hoisted me up over his shoulder and walked to the bathroom.
"Charles, you jerk! Put me down!" I roared angrily.
"No way!" Charles retorted.
The two of us yelled at each other,pletely forgetting that Abner was still in the living room.