For His Assistant, He Left With Nothing Chapter 2

The next day, I had our driver take me to the company.

On the way, I reviewed the information our house manager had sent over. The girl’s name was Mia.

The black Maybach pulled up in front of the office building.

I held my back and walked in slowly.

The first person to see me was the receptionist. She was a fresh graduate from last year. During her interview, she was so nervous and inexperienced she could barely speak, and I found her crying alone in the fire escape.

I had wiped her tears, taken her hand, and walked her into Isla’s office, asking him to give her a chance.

Ever since, every time I visited, she would greet me with a sweet, “Hi, Mrs. Evans!”

But today, when she saw me, her hands and feet started to tremble.

“Mrs. Evans, you—what are you doing here?”

“Mr. Evans is in a meeting. Should I… should I give him a call?”

“No need. I’m looking for Mia.”

The moment I said the name “Mia,” the color drained from the young woman’s face.

“Mia is… she’s busy right now. Maybe I should just call Mr. Evans.”

She forced a smile and reached for the phone.

I knew instantly. She knew.

She knew about Isla and Mia betraying me.

A sharp, needle-like pain pricked at my heart. I gave her a cold look and reminded her, “This company belongs to my family, not to him.”

Isla came from a modest background; his parents were simple, working-class people. In a city this large, they were practically invisible.

It was because of me that my father funded his education abroad, polished his resume, and then helped him start this company, turning him into the widely respected “Mr. Evans.”

He had walked a smooth, easy path for so long that he had probably forgotten.

My father held a 68% controlling stake in this company.

As for Isla, he was nothing more than a well-paid executive manager that my family had hired.

My words seemed to stun the receptionist. Her fingers froze over the keypad.

I didn’t spare her another glance and walked straight toward the main office area.

At the turn in the hallway, I ran into Kevin, the HR manager.

He was carrying a stack of files. The moment he saw me, his hands went slack, and the folders clattered to the floor.

“Mrs. Evans? What are you doing at the office?”

“Does Mr. Evans know you’re here?”

I had personally hired Kevin. Last month, his mother was diagnosed with kidney failure, and he couldn't afford the medical bills.

I had quietly approached him and given him twenty thousand dollars.

And now, it seemed he had betrayed me too.

I let out a small, bitter laugh and walked around him.

Kevin scrambled to follow, trying to block my path while stammering excuses.

“Mrs. Evans, Mr. Evans said that with the pregnancy, you shouldn’t come to the office. He’s worried someone might bump into you.”

“Let me take you home. When Mr. Evans gets back, you can…”

I stopped and stared directly into his eyes. My voice was flat, devoid of warmth.

“Kevin, are your mother’s medical bills all paid up?”

The man’s expression froze. He looked away, unable to meet my gaze.

“But… but Mr. Evans said that tomorrow, the new subsidiary he’s starting is signing a contract with Sterling Corp. If it’s successful, we can all move to his new company and get a huge bonus. We can’t have a scandal right now.”

“Mrs. Evans, please, can’t you just be understanding for our sake?”

Understanding?

I laughed, a humorless sound.

I was supposed to tolerate my husband keeping a mistress in the office for the sake of these employees who took my family’s money and then stabbed me in the back?

I remembered the chat logs I had secretly found last night.

A girl with a pink kitten avatar, saved as “Mia,” had messaged Isla.

“Honey, did she take my suggestion?”

“Don’t worry, I asked the stylist. That little bit of chemical won’t hurt the baby. It’ll just make her a little uncomfortable.”

“I’m so jealous of Beth. She gets to have you all to herself with that same old look she’s had forever.”

“If I were her, I’d be changing up my style every month, just to make sure you never get bored.”

The memory of last night washed over me, and a wave of nausea rose in my throat. The temperature in my voice dropped to absolute zero.

“Move,” I said coldly.

Kevin flinched but still hesitated. I didn't wait. I pushed open the door to the office.

“Which one of you is Mia?”