Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 223: Not Wearing Underwear

Anne suddenly pushed open the office door without even stopping to knock. The sound of her abrupt entrance caused Clara to quickly whirl around.

Andrew was seated behind his desk, his expression unfathomable. He held a somewhat relaxed posture and his chin was rested upon his knuckle, his gaze also reaching to the door, when he noticed it was her, something about his expression seemed to soften slightly.

Being in a position where her expression was hidden to Andrew’s view, Clara’s face revealed a smirk directed at Anne as if she hadn’t intended to hide the fact that she was trying to ruin Anne’s image in Andrew’s eyes, something twisted in Clara’s eyes revealed that she had intended to do damage.

"Oh, we were just talking about you." Clara said in a sweetly welcoming voice, the sound a big contrast to the irregretably evil look in her eyes.

Anne entered the office, walking over till she stopped in front of Andrew’s table. There was a quiet battle in the clash of Anne’s gaze with Clara.

She couldn’t believe that till this very moment, Clara was making her a target trying to put her down when she couldn’t even be bothered about Clara’s existence anymore.

Anne didn’t forget what happened not too long ago, when Clara had focused her devious mind on Anne, she could still remember how she had almost lost her life. Anne still didn’t believe Clara saw her as that big of an enemy, nor did she believe Clara was capable of trying to get her killed but it had all happened, and Anne didn’t intend to lay her head down for Clara on a chopping board.

If Clara struck her one more time, she would strike back.

"Manager Hastings, am I mistaken or did I over hear you mention my name a while ago? I do hope you have good things to say about me." Anne mimicked the sweet sound of Clara’s voice, the sheer innocence when the words spoken was laced with a hidden weapon.

Clara smiled brightly, her eye glimmering as she replied, "Of course. You know how much I favored you when you were just one of my little employees right? Would I have negative things to say about you?"

"I don’t know, the first day I started working with you I was sent to a bunch of investors who were predators in disguise, I barely escaped their evil claws. Other than that I remember a few things like being assigned to a model who tried to humiliate me publicly and also, being locked up in a freezing room at an event. This all happened while I was working with your team, it could either be that your team is cursed with bad luck or someone was deliberately attacking me. I wouldn’t completely say I had a favorable time on your team."

Clara remained unfazed despite everything Anne had just listed out, she didn’t believe Andrew would actually think she had done any of the things Anne had just said so she wasn’t nervous. In Andrew’s eyes she was a pure flower, and he had known her to be just that over the years, she was more than certain he wouldn’t listen to anyone slandering her whoever that might be.

"Oh Anne, I’m still going to apologize for what happened to you back then. You don’t believe it was my doing right? I would hate for you to misunderstand me that much."

"Snakes shed their skin, so do humans, I seem to have developed trust issues manager Hastings, so forgive me if I believe that you had everything to do with every misfortune that seemed to always so conveniently come my way while I worked with you."

Anne continued to hold Clara’s pretense, but she didn’t hold back in throwing Clara’s deeds to her face.

Clara had played her words quite well, trying to show Anne as the villainous former employee who was blaming her for everything, it was all to paint a certain narrative in Andrew’s head. He would see Anne as ungrateful and Clara as the victim.

But despite the fact that Clara had started this game, she couldn’t hide the momentary fleet of anger that flashed past her eyes at Anne’s blunt words.

’Flaunting a sharp tongue aren’t you? Just you wait!’

Clara lowered her head with a touch of sadness in her eyes.

"I thought we were friends." Anyone who looked at her would feel pity filling their chest, she was that frail, that pitiful looking and it was all a show staged for Andrew.

"It doesn’t matter, I can’t change what you think. I actually still consider you as my friend that’s why I came all the way here to get you some free time from work since right now you’re... pregnant." Clara’s pitiful eyes raised to meet Anne’s, her eyes were glistening with unshed tears but something vicious could be seen in their depths.

Anne saw that fleeting look clearly and her eyes held a hidden light of their own as her gaze appraised Clara from head to toe and a light bulb seemed to flip on in Anne’s head.

"That’s very kind of you manager Hastings, you think about my well-being so selflessly you came all the way here for my sake. Your skirt... it’s pulled up all the way to your thighs, the AC is blasting in this office, aren’t you cold?"

Clara’s pitiful expression immediately fell as Anne pointed out her skirt, her face stiffened for a moment as if she didn’t have an idea how to react.

"Your shirt is a bit open at the chest, and it’s see through. Manager Hastings, don’t tell me you forgot to wear underwear, how is your shirt so transparent and you didn’t even wear a bra!" As Anne said this, she quickly moved to stand in front of Clara as if to protect her from having her body exposed, but she sent Clara a provoking look of her own.

With her entire being hidden from Andrew’s line of sight, Clara’s breathing grew rapid, evident she was holding back rising anger but couldn’t dare to say anything out of rage.

As she was distracted glaring at Anne, the latter suddenly picked her handbag off the floor.

Clara had kept her bag near her feet on the floor in the office, seeing Anne suddenly pick her bag, Clara’s hand quickly shot out to hold the bag before Anne could open it as she was intending to.

"What are you doing?" Right now Clara’s voice had lost it’s sweetness.

Anne yanked backwards with a little bit more force completely snatching the bag from Clara’s grip and opened it, and as expected she found a black lace bra sitting inside the bag, carefully kept in the bag as if it had just been taken off and kept there.

"Clara, your bra is right here in your bag. Did you just take this off on the way here?" As Anne asked this, her voice was high pitched and curious, but her eyes revealed a cunning light that further annoyed Clara to the point of her immediately sending a fleeting glance past Anne towards Andrew as if to check his expression.

This damned girl!

She was trying to expose her to Andrew!

What if he truly comes to know that she had deliberately taken off her own underwear while she was on her way to his office because she wanted to try another shot at capturing his gaze?