Chapter 3

I immediately asked the server for two large glasses and filled them with high-proof whiskey.

Seeing me swallow a full glass of whiskey without flinching, Chloe's face was a mask of shock.

I pushed the other glass toward her. “I'm done. You're not scared now, are you, Chloe?”

When I was three, I snuck into my dad's wine cellar in our French estate and drained a whole bottle of Lafite.

This whiskey was nothing.

Liam shot me an annoyed glance and said in a low voice,

“Harper, stop joking around. Who doesn't get drunk when they drink like that?”

The moment he spoke, I knew he was defending Chloe.

I put down my glass, nodded to the other executives, and said politely,

“Excuse me, I'm just going to touch up my makeup.”

Chloe, however, followed me in.

“Harper, do you hate me? You've been with Liam for so long, and you never won his heart. You're just a broken plaything to satisfy his urges!”

Seeing that I was too annoyed to respond, Chloe frantically tried to shove me.

I instinctively dodged, and she missed, actually slapping herself across the face!

I was stunned, watching as Chloe, tears streaming down her face, rushed out.

I mumbled a silent "oh no" and followed her back to the private room, where she had already buried her face in Liam's chest.

“Liam, Harper hit me.”

“I only wanted to apologize to her in the restroom, but she called me your mistress and said I wasn't worthy of you.”

Liam froze, looking at me with shock and disbelief.

She cried so pitifully, yet her words twisted the truth completely.

Liam's brows were tightly furrowed. He looked at the tear-stained Chloe in his arms and asked uncertainly,

“Harper, what exactly happened?”

I laughed sardonically and sighed. “Mr. Davies, do you really believe such a clumsy setup?”

“We weren't the only two in the restroom just now. Mrs. Thompson from GrandCorp was also there. Why don't you ask her?”

Chloe's crying stopped abruptly, and she turned pale, making a scene.

“Liam, women understand women best. She's approaching you with ill intentions!”

“Harper looks down on me. She wants to be your wife!”

Liam was irritated by her crying and looked at me with a mix of scrutiny and disappointment.

“Chloe is still young and naive. Even if she said something wrong, you shouldn't have resorted to violence.”

Once, during a business war, a rival company bribed someone to frame me.

Back then, Liam stood by me without hesitation, unequivocally stating that he would always believe in me.

Now, it seemed even the most unshakable business relationship couldn't withstand him being blinded by hormones.

Seeing me remain silent, Liam still chose to calm things down.

He wrapped an arm around Chloe's shoulder comfortingly, his voice tired,

“Harper, it's a small matter. Do you really have to make such a scene in front of everyone?”

“You're my employee; you should know your place, stick to your duties, and stop dreaming of things that aren't yours!”

“This matter ends here today. You'll write me a disciplinary report tomorrow!”

With that, he put his arm around the still-sobbing Chloe and walked away.