Mary glanced at Rosalynn's tranquil demeanor and snorted.

She believed Rosalynn must be seething with jealousy now that Eleanor was here.

Rolling her eyes, Mary sauntered over to Rosalynn, intent on provoking her.

“Rosalynn, why aren't you having the cake? Feeling ashamed? You really should know your place."

Rosalynn's gaze remained fixed on the documents in front of her.

Inadvertently, she knocked her coffee and cake to the floor, the mess landing at Mary's feet.

The mousse from the cake smeared her trousers.

Mary let out a scream.

"I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose," Rosalynn apologized nonchalantly.

“You're sorry? Rosalynn, was this intentional?" Mary glared at her soiled trousers, her fury evident.

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow and replied, "I already told you it was an accident. How about taking off those dirty pants? I'Ll even help you clean them."

“I don't need your help. I just bought these trousers. You should compensate me for them!" Mary demanded.

With a sly grin, Rosalynn rolled up her sleeves.

"If you can't take them off, let me help you."

Her smile was disingenuous. It was as if she would help Mary remove her trousers any second.

Mary recoiled, stomped her foot, spun around, and stormed off.

She didn't dare to provoke Rosalynn further, fearing that she might lose her job.

Rosalynn bent down to clean the mess, disposing of it in the trash can without a care in the world.

Eleanor had a knack for charming people.

If Rosalynn hadn't hidden the truth that the one who had slept with

Brian was her, Eleanor wouldn't have had any chance to get close to Brian.

Meanwhile, Brian was about to leave his office when he noticed Eleanor's arrival. His brow furrowed.