Chapter 137
No one had anticipated Isabella Sinclair’s sudden appearance. The air grew heavy with tension, especially among those who had been tormenting Evelyn Fairchild.
It didn’t take long for them to scramble for excuses, each one plastering on a facade of innocence.
“Ms. Sinclair, we were just teasing her—nothing serious, just harmless fun.”
Moments ago, they had bullied Evelyn, confident she wouldn’t dare fight back. After all, she had no one to defend her.
But now, with Isabella stepping in, the power dynamic shifted.
Everyone knew Alexander Kingsley had been favoring Isabella lately. If she decided to report them, they’d be in deep trouble. They couldn’t afford to make an enemy of her.
Yet Marcus Wainwright’s thirst for revenge hadn’t faded. He hid his bruised wrist under his sleeve, forcing a sickly sweet smile.
“Exactly! It’s all in good fun. We joke like this all the time, and Evelyn knows we don’t mean anything by it. Right, Evelyn?”
He turned to her, his smile dripping with false warmth, but his tone carried a silent threat.
Evelyn clutched Isabella’s hand, her fingers trembling. Her voice was barely a whisper, choked with tears.
“It’s fine, Ms. Sinclair. They were just joking. Please… don’t worry about me.”
Marcus smirked, triumphant. He had expected this. Even as Isabella’s expression darkened with fury, he wasn’t fazed.
She couldn’t push this further without looking like she was abusing her authority.
Emboldened, Marcus stepped closer, patting Evelyn’s back with mock gentleness.
“See? No harm done. Next time, we’ll joke somewhere more private, yeah?”
He turned to Isabella, his tone dripping with condescension.
“Ms. Sinclair, you’re overreacting. I know you run things here, but there’s no need to get so worked up over a little workplace banter.”
Leaning in, he shot her a taunting look.
“We’re all colleagues here. A little teasing during breaks is normal. Don’t take it the wrong way.”
His words carried an unspoken accusation—she was meddling where she didn’t belong.
Marcus reveled in her frustration. If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t be in this mess. Watching her seethe was sweet revenge.
He chuckled. “Let’s go joke somewhere else—”
Before he could finish, a sharp pain exploded in his gut.
Isabella’s kick sent him flying. He crashed onto the floor two feet away, gasping as the impact knocked the wind out of him.
“My ribs—!”
Before he could recover, a lunchbox hurtled through the air, smashing into his head. Scalding soup spilled everywhere, burning his skin as he howled in agony.
“Ahhh!”
The others froze in shock.
Isabella’s expression was ice-cold, her gaze lethal. She looked ready to strike again. Instinctively, they backed away.
But she wasn’t done.
She grabbed a cup of iced coffee and flung it at them. They ducked, shielding their heads, shouting in disbelief.
“Ms. Sinclair, this is insane!”
“What did we even do?!”
“You can’t just attack us like this!”
No one had expected her to resort to violence in such a public setting.
Marcus, burned and bruised, seethed with rage. The pretense of civility was gone.
“You—you assaulted me! I’m pressing charges!”
He tried to stand but collapsed under the pain. Never in his life had he been so humiliated.
Isabella only smiled, sweet yet terrifying.
“Assaulted you? I was just joking, Marcus. Isn’t this how we ‘have fun’?”
Her smile remained, but her eyes were glacial, sending chills down their spines.
Then she casually pulled out her phone, waving it in front of them.
“But I did record your little ‘jokes’ with Evelyn. Enough evidence to charge you with harassment.”
Marcus’s face twisted in fury.
Who would’ve thought she’d turn the tables like this—and have proof ready?
Her voice was calm as she turned to Evelyn.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got everything we need.”
But instead of relief, guilt flashed across Evelyn’s face. She lowered her head, trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Ms. Sinclair… please. Just let it go.”
Isabella blinked, taken aback.
This wasn’t like Evelyn. She had once stood up for Isabella against office gossip. Why was she acting so weak now?
Unless… they had something on her.
Isabella’s gaze flicked to Marcus, who smirked darkly.
Evelyn was terrified of something.
“We were just joking!” Evelyn stammered.
Isabella’s suspicions deepened, but she knew Evelyn wouldn’t talk here.
So instead, she straightened, addressing the group with icy authority.
“If you don’t want this video going public, get out. Now.”
