Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire

Chapter 85

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 85

Did my ears deceive me…?

Yvette stuttered in disbelief, “Y-You… what did you just say?”

Harvey shoved his hands into his pockets and asserted impatiently, “I said Arielle can have whatever

she desires. No one is to get in her way. Now, as for you… Correct me if I’m wrong, but were you

speaking ill of her?”

Despite Harvey’s good looks, his chiseled features twisted into a sharp, distasteful frown. A dangerous

aura emitted from him as if he was taunting Yvette for her reckless complaints. In response, Yvette

shuddered even more.

She panicked. How could this happen…?

I came here to tell them that Arielle had mistreated me. So why is Harvey looking at me like I’m the

villain in this story?

On the other hand, Sharon remained kneeling on the ground. Her face had paled to a ghostly white that

was full of regret.

Why did I think that following Yvette here would benefit me? I should have just gone for tea with the

others!

What the hell was I thinking—sleeping with Vinson? I can’t even think about it after witnessing how

scary he is. No ordinary person can look at him without getting chills; I can’t stop shaking after looking

at his dark eyes.

Sharon was on the verge of tears. Compared to her, Yvette had more mental resilience and quickly got

over her fear. Yvette then took a gamble by placing all her hopes on Vinson to react accordingly.

“Mr. Nightshire…” Yvette mewled with a small panicky voice, “I-I’m not speaking ill of Arielle… I’m

telling the truth because I worry for you. Your assistant’s arrogance is disgracing your reputation. For

your sake, you should do something about him…”

Vinson’s lips pressed into a thin line as he glowered at Yvette.

Who does she think Arielle is? I may not know Arielle very well, but I don’t believe a single word that Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

spews out of Yvette’s foul mouth.

I would have asked the housekeepers to escort Yvette out by now if she wasn’t Jordan’s fiancée.

Vinson bit down his irritation while uttering a tart reply, “Let me spell it out for you, Ms. Actonward. I

don’t appreciate you meddling with the affairs of my assistant.”

He had unknowingly said assistant as opposed to Arielle, which he initially intended to say.

All color drained from Yvette’s face.

“I…” she opened her mouth, but the words never came as her mind went blank.

Never in a million years could she have predicted this to happen. Great! That one is biased to the

country bumpkin for no damn reason, while this guy wholeheartedly trusts his assistant. Why isn’t

anyone on my side?

Regret festered in Yvette’s chest.

Damn it all! I should have just hired some men to beat Arielle into a pulp!

Anger and fear battled inside Yvette like waves crashing against each other. She couldn’t comprehend

how things ended up this way. Curses filled her mind as she had never been this humiliated in her life.

Just as Yvette was frantically searching for an excuse, she suddenly noticed Jordan from the corner of

her eye.

Hope swelled in her chest. I’ve still got Jordan! Surely he’ll take my side?

“M-Mr. Baker?” Yvette flashed a set of teary, puppy dog eyes. Then she resumed with a small voice, “I

didn’t know Mr. Jupiter and Arielle were friends… I’m so sorry. I won’t ever get in her way when she’s

shopping again. Please don’t be mad at me…”

Yvette was extremely skilled when it came to putting on a pitiful act.

Her shivering pretense was so believable that Jordan caved in.

Yvette is still my wife nominally. Plus, if what Yvette says is true, then she technically didn’t do anything

wrong. There’s no need to kick her out in such a humiliating manner.

If anything, my fiancée is the victim in this situation. She had to surrender the clothes while shopping

because someone else wanted them. Then she came here to rant and seek assurance from my

friends, but they’re kicking her out instead. This humiliation will also affect my reputation since I haven’t

called off the marriage contract.

Jordan’s expression softened. He cast a look at Harvey and Vinson before saying, “Come on, guys.

Let’s drop this…”

Right then, the Jupiter family’s butler came rushing in. “Mr. Jupiter, there are two guests outside.

They’re asking to borrow one of your cars.”

Harvey was already in a foul mood but grew frustrated at the news of more guests, who also wanted to

borrow his car. He barked out, “Who is it this time?

The butler threw a nervous look at Vinson and said, “It’s Mr. Nightshire’s assistant, Mr. Seet.”