Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 39: Chapter 39

However, I wanted to leave Jennifer a way out, while she was set on putting me to death. I cursed myself inwardly—how foolish could I be?
If Oliver hadn't suddenly jumped out trying to kill me, I would've thought all the grudges had ended.
But reality gave me a resounding slap in the face. Mason was right. Mercy toward the enemy was the cruelest thing to oneself.
Mason narrowed his eyes at me, and guilt made me lower my head. Thankfully, he didn't expose me. Instead, he simply said, "Wrap things up as soon as possible. Then, we move on to the second step of the contract."
At the mention of the contract, I perked up. When we signed it on the yacht, the contents were vague—it only said I had to marry him.
He said, "The contract lasts one year. During the year, help me uncover a secret. Once it's done, you'll get a generous reward."
"I don't want the reward. What secret is it?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"You'll find out when the time comes. It's still early."
"Alright."
Suddenly, I remembered something crucial and blurted out, "When can I get my identity back?" Living under someone else's name for a lifetime wasn't something I could accept, even if that name was powerful.
Judging from what Oliver did today, his prison term would be fairly long, and he wouldn't be released in just a few years. Even though people know Madeline was still alive, it wouldn't matter.
Mason replied, "After the task is completed. Your original identity is filed away. Switching back won't be a problem."
I nodded, feeling a surge of relief.
"At Knight Manor, you'll have to keep your guard up at all times. The women in the family aren't simple." Mason gave me a sidelong glance, full of disdain, before continuing, "Once you enter that door, you're on your own."
"Are they hard to deal with?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No. They'll treat you better than your own mother ever did. But if you believe it's real, you're in for a very miserable end."
I didn't know why, but whenever Mason mentioned his family, he would always frown, as if the mere thought soured his mood.
But it was gone in a blink. His expression returned to calm as he said, "Starting tomorrow, make your move on Xander. You may not be the sharpest, but your unpredictable attack might actually work in our favor."
I shot him a glare and said, "Do you have to compliment me in such a special way?"
"Oh, don't misunderstand. That wasn't a compliment," he replied.
The next day, as soon as I arrived at the company, I launched my campaign against Xander.
I started by deliberately making things difficult for Heidi. Predictably, she ran straight to Xander to complain, and I followed right behind her.
I caught them red-handed in Xander's office and demanded, "Would you care to explain why my assistant spends her entire day running to you?"
Heidi hadn't expected me to follow her, and with a startled yelp, she darted behind Xander.
Xander, the old fox, didn't look the least bit awkward. Instead, he greeted me warmly. "Ms. Gordon, what perfect timing. Heidi was just saying she made you upset and wanted me to mediate.
"She's a sweet girl, really. Why not cut her some slack for my sake? Heidi, come apologize to Ms. Gordon."
I sneered inwardly. A few honeyed words, and you thought this would be over? Impossible.
I said with a cold face, "Forget it. I can't afford her apology. On paper, she's my assistant, but in practice, she's your informant. I can't keep a betrayer like that around. You might as well take her back."
"Ms. Gordon, what do you mean by that?" Xander asked, his voice still smooth but with a harder edge.
He added, "Heidi's well-liked by everyone in the office. She's never had a problem with any colleague. I don't understand why you always target her. It's only been a few days, and she's already been in tears several times because of your scolding."
What a performance. Playing the victim first, huh?