After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 12: Call Me Mrs. Lockwood

In the office.

Shane Lockwood grabbed the scissors and ruthlessly cut a chunk of Eliza Sutton’s hair.

Eliza Sutton jumped up, clutching the bald patch on her scalp. Her gaze subconsciously darted to the space between the man’s legs, where a few strands of black hair were caught in his zipper, dangling in the air.

His arousal, meanwhile, had yet to subside. It was on full display, a blatant testament to his virility.

"Seen enough?" Shane Lockwood’s voice sounded, cold and menacing.

Eliza Sutton shuddered and quickly averted her eyes. "Sorry, I’ll be on my way."

"Stop!" Shane Lockwood commanded. "Tell me. Why did you come to the Lockwood Group today?"

Gazing into Shane Lockwood’s sharp eyes, which looked like they wanted to dissect her, Eliza Sutton instantly understood. He thought she was a woman with ulterior motives. "I’m here for work," she said immediately. "Mother arranged a job for me in the design department. I didn’t expect to run into you."

"You just happened to run into me? Do you really think I’d believe that?"

"You can. If you don’t believe me, look into my sincere eyes." Eliza Sutton batted her big eyes, trying her best to appear innocent and harmless.

Shane Lockwood sneered, showing he didn’t believe a single word.

Meeting Shane Lockwood’s scrutinizing gaze, Eliza Sutton felt exasperated. She took a deep breath and said earnestly, "Mr. Lockwood, you really don’t need to be so paranoid. After all, it’s common knowledge that you have a... hidden ailment. Even if I had other ambitions, I wouldn’t use a method like today’s. It would be much more to my advantage to just secure an heir and get rid of the father."

Shane Lockwood’s expression turned dangerous. "Secure an heir and get rid of the father?"

A vein throbbed on Shane Lockwood’s temple as he pointed to the door. "Get out of my sight. Right now."

"Alrighty then."

Leaning against the wall, Eliza Sutton recalled Shane Lockwood’s cold, probing gaze. ’I have to find my child as soon as possible, and then get out of the Lockwood family,’ she thought. ’This Shane Lockwood is too dangerous. If I stay here much longer, all of my secrets will be dragged into the light.’

Just then, Eliza Sutton’s phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from the design department.

Eliza Sutton hurried to the design department manager’s office.

Behind the desk sat a young, fashionably dressed woman in her twenties. Her makeup was exquisite, and her eyes held a look of arrogance.

"Hello, Manager Preston. I’m Eliza Sutton, here to report for my first day. These are my documents." Eliza greeted her politely, placing her resume on the desk.

Brenda Preston acted as if she hadn’t heard Eliza, continuing to give instructions to the assistant beside her.

Eliza’s expression remained unchanged. She stood there quietly for half an hour before Brenda Preston finally looked up.

She frowned, as if just noticing Eliza. "Who are you? What are you doing in my office?"p>

Eliza didn’t get angry. "I’m the new employee in the design department. Here are my documents."

Brenda Preston reached out, took Eliza’s documents, and glanced over her resume. Her expression changed abruptly. She hurled the papers at Eliza and yelled, "Who hired her? A criminal with nothing but a high school diploma! What right does she have to be in the Lockwood Group’s design department? Have the people in HR lost their minds?"

The documents hit Eliza squarely, and her resume scattered across the floor.

Brenda Preston stood up and stomped on the papers, instantly crumpling the pristine white sheets.

Mr. Walker quickly interjected, "Manager Preston, please calm down. Mrs. Lockwood personally called HR to arrange her position. Never mind a criminal, even if she were a pig, we’d have to welcome her into the design department."

Eliza’s expression was placid, as if she hadn’t noticed the assistant’s sarcasm. "If there’s nothing else, Manager Preston," she said lightly, "I’ll go to my workstation."

With that, Eliza prepared to leave.

"Stop!" Brenda Preston strode aggressively in front of Eliza. "Eliza Sutton, don’t think you can do whatever you want in the design department just because you’re Shane’s good-luck-charm bride!"

"Mm-hm."

"What’s with that attitude? Are you showing me, your supervisor, no respect?" The thought that Eliza had not only become the Madam Lockwood she had always dreamed of being, but had also publicly seduced Shane, made Brenda Preston lose control. She raised her hand and swung it at Eliza’s face.

Eliza caught Brenda Preston’s wrist. Her gaze turned cold, and her aura flared, pressing down on Brenda with the weight of a mountain.

Brenda Preston staggered back instinctively, stopping only when her hip slammed into the desk. The sharp pain was a stark reminder that, just a moment ago, she had been afraid of Eliza Sutton.

Anger flared in Brenda Preston’s heart. She glared at Eliza. "How dare you! To think you’d act so disrespectfully to your superior! You must be itching to get thrown out!"

"Disrespectfully to my superior?" Eliza smiled, then suddenly asked, "Who did you say I was a moment ago?"

"Eliza Sutton. A convict," Brenda Preston answered instinctively.

Eliza wagged her finger. "Wrong. You said I was Shane Lockwood’s good-luck-charm bride."

"So what if I did? Are you proud of it?"

"It’s decent enough. At the very least, when you see this ’good-luck-charm bride,’ you’ll have to call me Mrs. Lockwood. Or perhaps, the CEO’s wife."

"In your dreams!" Brenda Preston gritted her teeth. ’As if I’d ever call a woman like her the CEO’s wife!’

"Whether you like it or not, you can’t change a thing. My ID badge." Eliza Sutton looked toward Mr. Walker.

Mr. Walker’s heart clenched. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had already handed over the ID badge.

"Thanks." Eliza took the ID badge and left.

Brenda Preston was livid. She unleashed her fury on Mr.Walker. "What do you think you’re doing? Who gave you permission to give her that badge! Don’t tell me you’ve decided to disrespect me, too!"

Mr. Walker was too embarrassed to admit that he had been so intimidated when Eliza looked at him that he’d handed over the badge without thinking. Instead, he said, "Manager, how can you say that? I just figured that since she is Madam Lockwood, after all, if we start a direct conflict and things escalate, we’re the ones who will suffer. It would also give Mrs. Lockwood a bad impression of you, and that wouldn’t be worth it."

Brenda’s anger subsided considerably upon hearing her assistant’s last sentence, and her senses returned. "You have a point. However, if Eliza Sutton’s reputation is ruined, not even the luckiest birth chart in the world will be able to protect her."

As she spoke, a venomous glint flashed in her eyes.

「The Design Department.」

Eliza Sutton had just sat down at her workstation when a stack of files was slammed onto her desk with a THUMP. The pile was so large, and Reina Miles had been so careless in placing it, that the documents immediately scattered across the floor.

Reina Miles said arrogantly, "Organize these documents, and fast. Have them on my desk tomorrow morning. If you hold up important work, you’re finished!"

Eliza glanced at the documents. ’A quick look shows they’re all files from the design department from years ago. Besides, anyone with half a brain knows it’s impossible to sort through this much in a single night.’

Remembering that Mr. Walker had been in the design office earlier, Eliza knew exactly what was going on.

"Wait a minute."

"What is it now?" Reina Miles stopped, exasperated. "Don’t tell me you’re great at seducing men, but completely useless when it comes to organizing a few documents."

"Pick up the files."