He Does Not Deserve My Devotion-Chapter 64: Some People Are Untouchable

Michelle Quinn announced she was quitting. She returned to her desk, immediately typed up a resignation letter, and rushed it over to the Human Resources department.

"Secretary Quinn, are you sure you want to resign? If you quit now, you’ll have to pay a breach of contract fee."

The head of the HR department moved his mouse, pulling up a scanned copy of a contract on his computer.

"Your employment contract states that the Lawson Group gave you a salary advance of five million. You must work for the Lawson Group for a minimum of five years. Failure to do so is considered a breach of contract, and the penalty is double that amount—ten million."

Michelle Quinn was stunned. She lunged for the monitor to see for herself. The day she signed it, she hadn’t read the clauses in the addendum carefully at all; she’d assumed it was just a standard employment contract.

"Secretary Quinn, it’s company time. Please return to your post."

The head of the HR department handed her resignation letter back to her.

Michelle Quinn returned to her desk and tore the resignation letter to shreds.

"Michelle Quinn."

Her fellow secretary, Lucia, walked over with a sour look on her face and placed a Patek Philippe watch on her desk.

"Mr. Lawson left his watch in the office. He called and wants you to deliver it to him. I’ve sent the address to your phone." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Michelle Quinn stared at the watch on the desk. ’Does he know I couldn’t quit? Is he deliberately ordering me around to humiliate me?’

With a cold expression, Michelle Quinn pocketed the watch and drove to the address on her phone.

It was a private racetrack, not open to the public—an exclusive venue for the wealthy.

The parking lot was filled with all kinds of luxury cars, and among them, Michelle Quinn spotted Cameron Lawson’s Rolls-Royce.

As soon as she walked in, she saw Cameron Lawson and Diana in the distance, riding a single horse together across the green field.

’If I’m not mistaken,’ she thought, ’the black-and-white outfit Diana’s wearing is the same one Cameron Lawson tried to give me this morning.’

The sight was galling. Michelle Quinn tried to hand the watch to a racetrack attendant for delivery, but seeing how valuable it was, the attendant was afraid of losing it and staunchly refused to take it.

With no other choice, Michelle Quinn found a seat in a nearby pavilion. She averted her gaze, not wanting to watch the couple’s public display of affection. But when she turned her head, she saw an even more infuriating scene on the track.

Aiden Sinclair sat tall in the saddle, one arm wrapped around Clara Jacobs’s waist to grip the reins, holding her securely in his embrace. He gently nudged the horse’s belly with his feet, and the magnificent steed ambled slowly toward the pavilion.

"Aiden, I love this racetrack. Thank you for such a wonderful gift." A blissful smile spread across Clara Jacobs’s face.

"I’m glad you like it."

In one fluid motion, Aiden Sinclair dismounted. Standing on the ground, he reached up and lifted Clara Jacobs down in an elegant, romantic gesture.

"Cameron Lawson and I have some business to discuss." Aiden Sinclair mounted his horse again and rode off.

As Clara Jacobs strolled toward the pavilion, a group of socialites swarmed around her.

"Clara, Mr. Sinclair is so considerate. He was worried you’d get bored during your pregnancy, so he bought you an entire racetrack! We’re all dying of envy at how much he pampers you."

"Exactly! Did you see how careful Mr. Sinclair was? He was so worried our Clara might fall. Clara, I’m telling you, Mr. Sinclair is going to be completely wrapped around your finger."

"Tch! Shameless bastards!"

Michelle Quinn couldn’t help but mutter from her seat.

Amidst the chorus of flattery, her scoff was particularly jarring.

Clara Jacobs’s head snapped around. Seeing it was Michelle Quinn, she demanded, "Did you just curse at me?"

Michelle Quinn looked up. "I was cursing at the shameless couple. Whoever that might be."

The next instant, a sharp slap struck her across the face.

Michelle Quinn snapped her head back, then swung her own hand, delivering a hard slap and a backhand to Clara Jacobs’s face.

"I’m not like Nina Walsh. She’s kind, but I won’t pull my punches. I have nothing to my name and nothing to lose. I’m not afraid of rich people like you!"

Clara Jacobs was stunned by the blows, and the other women were intimidated by Michelle Quinn’s ferocity.

Clara Jacobs’s cheeks flushed crimson, and rage surged through her. Last time, in the coffee shop, that woman Nina Walsh had beaten her to her knees. Now, Michelle Quinn had slapped her twice—on her own turf, no less. She’d be damned if she didn’t get her revenge today.

"Get her! Beat her!" Clara Jacobs ordered. "If you kill her, I’ll take the blame. Anyone who doesn’t join in is no friend of mine!"

Hearing this, her "good friends" swarmed forward and surrounded Michelle Quinn.

Though Michelle Quinn was fierce, she was hopelessly outnumbered. A dozen women punched and kicked her until she collapsed on the ground, her face bruised and swollen, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Clara Jacobs crouched down, looking at her with false pity. "Michelle Quinn, tell me where Nina Walsh is, and I’ll let you go for today. Otherwise, I’ll make you wish you had."

Michelle Quinn lifted her head and spat. "Go on, kill me if you have the guts. Because if you don’t, I’ll sue you until everyone in Crestfall knows you’re nothing but a goddamn plagiarist and a worthless whore who takes other people’s sloppy seconds!"

Having been cursed out so viciously to her face, Clara Jacobs flew into a rage. "Beat her! Beat her to death!"

Michelle Quinn was surrounded again, and a rain of fists fell upon her.

"Stop!"

The blows stopped. Everyone turned to see Diana approaching, leading a horse by the reins.

"What are you doing?"

"This woman came out of nowhere and hit Clara, then started spewing all sorts of vulgarities. We couldn’t just stand by and watch, so we taught her a little lesson," one of the socialites explained.

The others immediately chimed in with agreement.

Clara Jacobs lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears, revealing the two red handprints on her cheeks.

Diana glanced at Clara Jacobs’s swollen face. "Ms. Jacobs, this is Mr. Lawson’s secretary. She was being immature and offended you. We will have her apologize."

Diana took out her phone to make a call, then turned to Michelle Quinn. "Mr. Lawson says you are to apologize to Ms. Jacobs."

Michelle Quinn’s pupils constricted. ’I’m not asking for his concern,’ she thought bitterly, ’but I was hoping he’d at least ask what happened, instead of just deciding it’s my fault without a second thought.’

Michelle Quinn staggered to her feet. "You want me to apologize? Not in this lifetime!"

Michelle Quinn dragged her battered body back to the office. Seeing the murderous aura emanating from her, the colleagues who usually whispered and pointed behind her back all kept a wide berth.

Michelle Quinn stormed into the office of the head of HR. "The contract only says I have to work for the Lawson Group for five years, not that I have to be in the secretarial department! I want a transfer, and I want it today!"

The head of HR looked troubled. "Any transfer for you requires Mr. Lawson’s personal approval."

"Then call him and get his approval right now!" Michelle Quinn refused to back down.

The HR head looked at her bruised body and her chilling glare, and his scalp prickled with fear. He hastily dialed the number.

...

「At the Racetrack」

Cameron Lawson was seated in a chair, his very presence overbearing and intimidating, even without a trace of anger on his face.

"Begin."

The group of socialites lowered their heads. One by one, they began slapping themselves across the face.

After a series of sharp slaps, the socialites bowed their heads. "Mr. Lawson, we were wrong. We didn’t realize she was one of your people. We’ll never dare to do it again."

Clara Jacobs stood at the edge of the group, trembling. She had assumed that because of Cameron Lawson’s good relationship with Aiden Sinclair, he would surely take her side. She never expected him to stand up for Michelle Quinn.

Clara Jacobs secretly called Aiden Sinclair for help.

Out of respect for Aiden Sinclair, Cameron Lawson didn’t make her slap herself in public. "Ms. Jacobs," he said coolly, "I just want you to understand one thing today. There are some people you cannot touch. If you so much as lay a finger on them, you will pay the price tenfold."

After dealing with the women, Cameron Lawson returned to his car. His phone rang.

It was the head of HR. After listening, Cameron Lawson rubbed his temples.

"Approve it."