The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Viola had to work on the planning alongside Melanie. She could not just stand by and watch. The next day, she brought her things downstairs, stood in front of Melanie, and addressed her obediently.

Melanie handed the project materials over to her directly and instructed, “Organize all the data before noon.”

This time, Viola did not make a fuss. She knew that she could gain a lot by following Melanie, so she focused on the task diligently. However, due to her being young and her connection with Eugene, it did not take long for her to clash with the people in the office.

The data on the Oceanus Industries project was complicated, and Melanie found it somewhat challenging to handle it on her own. The ruckus in the office only added to her frustration. She

* stood up and left the office, heading to the break room for some rest.

As soon as she arrived at the break room, her phone started ringing. It was Dylan calling again. Since Dylan rarely contacted her so frequently, Melanie hesitated for a moment before answering.

Dylan was sobbing uncontrollably. Melanie waited for her to calm down before asking, “What do you need? Just tell me.”

After returning from the break room, Melanie's expression was even colder than before. Dylan had asked her for another 10,000 dollars, saying that Peachie’s medical expenses were not enough and the hospital was urging her to leave.

Melanie massaged her temples, feeling an intense headache coming on.

“Melanie, when will the planning be completed?” Viola asked softly after approaching her.

Melanie was already irritated, and even though she tried to contain her anger, her tone came off harsh. “You can do it yourself.” Viola bit her lip and retreated. At lunchtime, she treated everyone in the office to coffee, excluding Melanie.

“Melanie, | remember that you don’t like coffee, so | didn’t get one for you. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked Melanie innocently with wide eyes.

Melanie remained silent and focused on the planning documents, her temples throbbing with pain. She simply did not have the energy to deal with Viola.

It was after work hours, and Melanie needed to go out to get something. The moment she stepped out of the office, she encountered Eugene, who had come to pick Yiola up.

She tactfully moved to the side. Eugene did not see her and went straight to Viola, who was still working on editing a form. She looked at Eugene with a troubled expression. “I still have a lot of unfinished work. Why don’t you go ahead first? No need to wait for me.”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Eugene casually pulled over a chair. “Continue with your work. I'll wait for you.”

Ahint of blush appeared on Viola’s face, and she could not help casting a triumphant glance at Melanie. However, Melanie just kept her head down. She was as expressionless as a robot.

By the time she was done with overtime, it was already dark outside. Melanie packed up and

left, only to discover that it was raining when she reached downstairs.

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She had just gotten into the driver's seat when someone tapped on her window. Eugene was standing outside with an umbrella. Lowering the window, Melanie looked at Eugene, who also looked back at her indifferently.” My car broke down.”

He was implying that she give him and Viola a ride.

The rain made driving challenging, so Melanie drove slowly. Eugene and Viola sat in the back, occasionally exchanging hushed words that Melanie could not pick up.

Melanie drove expressionlessly with a slight crack in the window so that she could listen to the rain outside.

Simon's call came at the right time. Just as Melanie was making a turn, he called Eugene and asked him to join him at the bar. Eugene agreed and looked at Melanie, saying, “Go to GT.”

They were approaching Viola’s home, and going to GT would mean taking a detour. Melanie had initially planned to drop Viola off first. However, Viola held Eugene’s hand and coquettishly said, “Eugene, take me with you, please?”

Melanie glanced at Eugene through the rearview mirror. His expression remained cool, but it was occasionally softened by the passing streetlights. He casually nodded, agreeing to Viola’s request.

Only then did Viola remember Melanie. She said apologetically, “Sorry for the trouble, Melanie. TT Chapter 63

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