Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

A group of people surrounded me as we made our way to the conference room. Xander first announced my appointment during the meeting, and then it was time for my inaugural speech.
I had already memorized the entire speech on the plane. When I delivered every word smoothly and without a hitch, I was met with enthusiastic applause.
The meeting concluded successfully, and afterward, as per tradition, there was a welcome party. Department managers and above were invited, so naturally Oliver, the marketing manager, was there.
The party was held at a hotel near the company. It was clear that Xander had gone to great lengths for this. Not only was there a lavish spread, but it was set up buffet-style.
I moved through the crowd, able to greet each employee by name and title. After a bit of small talk, the respectful distance they'd initially kept gradually turned into genuine admiration.
When I walked past Oliver, even though I was seething with hatred inside, I didn't let a single trace of it show on my face.
Sure enough, just as I was about to pass by, Oliver let out a perfectly timed exclamation. "Oh my goodness, it's exactly the same."
"What did you say?" I turned to him with a smile, looking puzzled.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Gordon. I lost my composure." Oliver wore his usual look of hesitation, like he wanted to say something but didn't dare.
I sneered inwardly. This was one of his favorite moves. "But I clearly heard you say 'exactly the same.' Now I'm curious. Aren't you going to satisfy a lady's curiosity?"
Seeing me take the bait, Oliver leaned in with a mysterious look. "Ms. Gordon, I don't have the guts to tell you. I'm afraid it might offend you." He put on a troubled face, which only served to pique people's curiosity even more.
"Speak. I don't like men who beat around the bush." I pretended to be annoyed, my expression darkening.
Seeing the timing was just right, Oliver took out his wallet, opened it and flashed something in front of me before quickly putting it away.
The timing was perfect—just long enough for me to catch a clear glimpse of the face in the photo. The photo showed someone who looked exactly like me, only younger.
I scoffed internally. It was the same old trick—not even the slightest variation. I knew exactly what his next move would be.
But I had to play along, or it wouldn't be any fun. I acted surprised. "Oh wow, she looks so much like me."
Sure enough, Oliver put on a sorrowful expression and started his performance. "The girl in that photo is someone I've secretly loved for a long time.
"But I never felt worthy of her, and I didn't have the courage to confess. Later she married some rich guy, and now she's living a happy life."
Back then, I had fallen for this exact line. I thought Oliver was some loyal, sincere man and that the girl must've been blind, just another gold-digger.
That was when I fell for Oliver at first sight and threw myself at him without hesitation, all the way until Jennifer showed up on my doorstep and I finally saw who he really was.
After we got married, Oliver drunkenly bragged about it one night, and that was when I learned the truth.
There was no girl who looked just like me. He had secretly taken a photo of me, edited it slightly, and made up the whole story.
And when I found out, I didn't even get mad at Oliver. I cried like a fool, thinking he did it because he loved me.
Now Oliver was pulling the same stunt again? Too bad the woman standing in front of him now was Katherine Gordon. That foolish girl named Madeline Lane had already been killed by him three months ago.
"Well yeah, people always go where the grass is greener. There's nothing wrong with her choosing a rich guy over you." I looked at Oliver with a bright smile.
Oliver froze for a second. Clearly, he hadn't expected to hear that. But he quickly recovered and echoed my words, saying, "You're absolutely right, Ms. Gordon. Your perspective is truly on another level. Not something the average woman can even begin to compare with."
Oliver might be trash, but his ability to read the room and adapt was something else.