Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 31: Chapter 31
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Oliver snapped, "They were at the hospital for a prenatal checkup. It was just a coincidence they ran into you. Don't worry. I'll pay back every cent I owe. I'll go sell my house right now to cover your precious clothes. Happy now?"
At this point, things had gone too far for him to keep flattering me. His eyes were full of malice. I had no doubt Oliver wanted nothing more than to strangle me right then and there.
I pursed my lips. "Drop the victim act. Who do you think you're fooling?"
"Just you wait." Oliver's words carried a double meaning. He turned and stormed out of the conference room, slamming the door behind him.
As lousy as Oliver was, he cared deeply about saving face. I'd completely humiliated him in front of everyone. There was no doubt he hated my guts now.
And after living with him for three years, I knew exactly what kind of person he was—vindictive, never letting a slight go.
After everything I'd done to make things difficult for him the past two days, he was bound to strike back. And that was exactly what I wanted.
One couldn't catch a snake without using the right bait. If I wanted to get something on Oliver, that backstabbing bastard, I had to push him to a dead end.
Once he had nowhere else to turn, he'd come at me out of desperation. Only then would I be able to collect real evidence and settle the score for nearly beating me to death and tossing me into the ocean while I was unconscious.
After Oliver left, I stood up and announced, "That's it for today. Thank you, everyone."
Then I pulled the flash drive from the laptop and slipped it into my pocket. I turned to Heidi and ordered, "Bring the laptop. Let's head back."
I walked back to my office at a steady pace. Sitting in the executive chair with one leg crossed over the other, I was in an excellent mood.
Oliver said he was going to sell his house to pay for my clothes? Not likely. I was the one who sold off my own assets back then to buy that upscale condo. Luckily, my name was still on the deed.
Without my signature—Madeline's signature—Oliver couldn't sell the condo at all. If he really went home, there was bound to be drama. Amelia never gave money back once it was in her hands. Getting cash out of her would be harder than pulling teeth.
And I knew exactly what the Cooke family's financial situation was like. They couldn't scrape together nearly 130 thousand dollars. Oliver had promised to pay me back. I couldn't wait to see how he planned to do it.
But this time, I was wrong. Right after the lunch break, just as the afternoon shift started, Oliver walked into my office with Xander by his side.
Without saying a word, Oliver flipped the bag in his hand upside down and dumped a pile of cash onto my desk.
"Ms. Gordon, Mr. Cooke just withdrew this from the bank. It's a total of one hundred and thirty thousand dollars. One hundred and twenty-three thousand is to repay you, and the other seven thousand is for his mother-in-law's recovery expenses," Xander said.
I hadn't expected Oliver to come up with that kind of money so easily. Even with the whole pile of bills spread across my desk, I didn't feel the slightest bit happy.
I was annoyed, though I kept my expression neutral. "I'll take what Mr. Cooke owes me, but I'm not the right person to hold that lady's recovery money, am I?"
Oliver's face was still stony as he stayed silent. Xander remarked, "His mother-in-law has issues with Oliver, but she seems to get along with you. So he's asking you to pass it along for him, Ms. Gordon."
I quickly realized something was off. Something about the way I acted that day must have raised suspicion. But there was no way they could guess I was Madeline. Still, any kind of suspicion wasn't good news for me.
"I'm not getting involved. Mr. Cooke can handle his own problems. I try to be nice and end up getting dragged into mess after mess. What did I ever do to deserve this?" I shot back.
I tossed two stacks of bills back toward them with disdain and shoved the rest into my drawer. "Alright, you can go now."
At this point, things had gone too far for him to keep flattering me. His eyes were full of malice. I had no doubt Oliver wanted nothing more than to strangle me right then and there.
I pursed my lips. "Drop the victim act. Who do you think you're fooling?"
"Just you wait." Oliver's words carried a double meaning. He turned and stormed out of the conference room, slamming the door behind him.
As lousy as Oliver was, he cared deeply about saving face. I'd completely humiliated him in front of everyone. There was no doubt he hated my guts now.
And after living with him for three years, I knew exactly what kind of person he was—vindictive, never letting a slight go.
After everything I'd done to make things difficult for him the past two days, he was bound to strike back. And that was exactly what I wanted.
One couldn't catch a snake without using the right bait. If I wanted to get something on Oliver, that backstabbing bastard, I had to push him to a dead end.
Once he had nowhere else to turn, he'd come at me out of desperation. Only then would I be able to collect real evidence and settle the score for nearly beating me to death and tossing me into the ocean while I was unconscious.
After Oliver left, I stood up and announced, "That's it for today. Thank you, everyone."
Then I pulled the flash drive from the laptop and slipped it into my pocket. I turned to Heidi and ordered, "Bring the laptop. Let's head back."
I walked back to my office at a steady pace. Sitting in the executive chair with one leg crossed over the other, I was in an excellent mood.
Oliver said he was going to sell his house to pay for my clothes? Not likely. I was the one who sold off my own assets back then to buy that upscale condo. Luckily, my name was still on the deed.
Without my signature—Madeline's signature—Oliver couldn't sell the condo at all. If he really went home, there was bound to be drama. Amelia never gave money back once it was in her hands. Getting cash out of her would be harder than pulling teeth.
And I knew exactly what the Cooke family's financial situation was like. They couldn't scrape together nearly 130 thousand dollars. Oliver had promised to pay me back. I couldn't wait to see how he planned to do it.
But this time, I was wrong. Right after the lunch break, just as the afternoon shift started, Oliver walked into my office with Xander by his side.
Without saying a word, Oliver flipped the bag in his hand upside down and dumped a pile of cash onto my desk.
"Ms. Gordon, Mr. Cooke just withdrew this from the bank. It's a total of one hundred and thirty thousand dollars. One hundred and twenty-three thousand is to repay you, and the other seven thousand is for his mother-in-law's recovery expenses," Xander said.
I hadn't expected Oliver to come up with that kind of money so easily. Even with the whole pile of bills spread across my desk, I didn't feel the slightest bit happy.
I was annoyed, though I kept my expression neutral. "I'll take what Mr. Cooke owes me, but I'm not the right person to hold that lady's recovery money, am I?"
Oliver's face was still stony as he stayed silent. Xander remarked, "His mother-in-law has issues with Oliver, but she seems to get along with you. So he's asking you to pass it along for him, Ms. Gordon."
I quickly realized something was off. Something about the way I acted that day must have raised suspicion. But there was no way they could guess I was Madeline. Still, any kind of suspicion wasn't good news for me.
"I'm not getting involved. Mr. Cooke can handle his own problems. I try to be nice and end up getting dragged into mess after mess. What did I ever do to deserve this?" I shot back.
I tossed two stacks of bills back toward them with disdain and shoved the rest into my drawer. "Alright, you can go now."
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