Chapter 409

Jessica Piente watched the whispering colleagues with a knowing smirk.

These youngsters were still too naive.

She had witnessed Ethan Roscente pinning Sophia Lowell against the desk in a passionate kiss.

That forbidden, electric tension was true chemistry.

Isabella Valentine?

Jessica scoffed.

Isabella basked in the flattery, cheeks flushing pink.

"The wedding isn't until tomorrow..." She feigned shyness, lowering her gaze.

"Mrs. Roscente suits you perfectly!"

"You might as well get used to it now!"

The chorus of "Mrs. Roscente" made Isabella's heart soar.

She playfully scolded them while efficiently distributing red envelopes and desserts.

"You're impossible..."

Laughter died abruptly.

A cold voice cut through the air. "Is this a social club or a workplace?"

Ethan Roscente strode forward, expressionless, with Zachary Evans glowering behind him.

The entire floor fell silent.

Isabella twisted her fingers together, eyes welling up.

She never expected Ethan to humiliate her publicly.

"Who authorized your presence here?" His gaze was glacial.

Isabella's lips trembled. "I just—"

"Mrs. Roscente?" Ethan's laugh was icy. "You're not qualified."

The words slapped her like a physical blow.

Her nails dug into her palms.

"Zachary." Ethan didn't turn.

"Find out who let her in. Fire them immediately."

Isabella's face drained of color.

Employees who'd accepted her bribes exchanged nervous glances.

"Everyone's bonuses are canceled this month."

Ethan walked away without a backward glance, leaving a tomb-like silence in his wake.