“Stop right there!”
As everyone hurried towards the elevator, a cold, clear voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone to turn towards her. The woman who had bumped into Aurora, dressed in a miniskirt, didn’t even turn her head, which only infuriated Aurora more. Normally, Aurora was not one to get angry, but this was the first time she had encountered someone so lacking in manners.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a woman’s hand blocked them. Aurora grabbed the woman and yanked her out of the elevator.
“Are you freaking sick?” the woman snapped, clearly having a bad temper.
Aurora raised an eyebrow and suddenly let go, taking advantage of the momentum. The woman, wearing high heels, lost her balance and fell.
“Ahh!” A scream echoed through the hall.
Everyone inside the elevator was stunned, looking at the frail yet fierce woman, unfamiliar with her identity, and guessing who she might be.
“There’s no need to wait, you all go ahead,” Aurora said calmly to those inside the elevator.
As the person holding the elevator door finally let go, they saw the woman sprawled on the floor and couldn’t help but snicker.
They admired the woman who dared to stand up to her, what a woman indeed! The fallen woman, her underwear exposed in her disarray, quickly scrambled up and stared at the woman in front of her, dressed in a white blouse, casually paired with capri pants, and black high heels.
Her outfit was simple yet sharp, every piece a luxury item, seemingly simple but actually a Chanel outfit worth tens of thousands of dollars. Her clutch, high heels, earrings, and watch were all expensive, her attire alone worth two hundred thousand dollars.
Envy was inevitable for her, having begged someone to buy her a pair of iconic Chanel earrings just to show off to her friends. She wouldn’t dream of buying that white blouse herself, not recognizing it as valuable unless she had chanced upon it while shopping recently.
Only truly wealthy people could afford to overlook the cost of such simple-looking clothes. To them, what seemed expensive was just ordinary.
Outclassed in attire, she tugged at her miniskirt, “Where did you come from, you whore, to dare do this to me?”
“Apologize,” Aurora demanded coldly upon hearing the woman’s rude words.
“Apologize for what? Are you sick? Remember to take your medicine if you are!” the woman retorted.
“You bumped into me and her. You owe us an apology,” Aurora pointed at a young girl kneeling on the ground gathering her papers.
The girl, drawn into the situation, looked up at the menacing woman and waved her hands frantically, “No, no need.”
“Did you hear that? She fell and still says I don’t need to apologize. What are you making a fuss about?” the woman seemed pleased by the young girl’s timid and frightened demeanor.
Aurora had also noticed that the little girl on the ground and the people in the elevator were somewhat afraid of her. Was this woman’s background really that formidable? That seemed unlikely; Aurora was already well-acquainted with the profiles of key people in the company, including the directors. It didn’t make sense for there to be someone like her unaccounted for. Why would they all fear her if she was just a minor figure? Today, Aurora was indeed facing a troublesome issue.
Regardless of this woman’s identity, Aurora had decided to make her apologize today.
“Are you going to apologize?” Aurora stepped towards her, her presence overpowering, her eyes cold as ice. If only she had been this assertive instead of appeasing when Ivy and Zachary first bullied her years ago, maybe she wouldn’t have been bullied for so long. After all, people tend to bully the kind and fear the harsh. The woman hadn’t expected Aurora to be so persistent, almost as if she wouldn’t stop until she received an apology.
“I was just in a hurry earlier, what’s the big deal? Besides, have you forgotten what you did to me just now? Shouldn’t you be apologizing to me?” the woman argued forcefully.
“You were rude just now, shouldn’t you apologize? Go, pick up the documents from the ground,” Aurora, unafraid of such scoundrels, demanded.
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do, you bitch? I won’t listen to you…”
With a loud slap, Aurora, unable to tolerate it any longer, retorted, “If your mother never taught you how to speak to people, I will.”
“You dare to hit me? Do you know who I am? I’ll have Mr. Montgomery fire you,” the woman blurted out recklessly.
If Aurora had previously been unaware of her identity, that statement made it clear. That Mr. Montgomery she mentioned couldn’t possibly be Magnus; Genevieve had risen from being the other woman, and her biggest concern was such matters. She usually kept a tight watch on Magnus, and if he had chosen such a foolish woman, Genevieve would have confronted her by now.
The fearful looks people gave her weren’t really directed at her, but at the person she represented. From another perspective, their affair had become well-known in the company, so it definitely wasn’t Magnus; Genevieve had been troubling her just a few days prior. Besides Magnus, the company had a Vice President Paul, who, despite his business acumen, had a known weakness for beautiful women.
The woman in front of her was attractive in a way that appealed to middle-aged men, obviously Paul’s type. Aurora had quickly deduced from the woman’s slip that her backer was Paul. The woman, foolish to the extreme, seemed eager to let everyone know about her clandestine relationship with Paul.
Aurora could easily destroy her if she wished. “Apologize to me and her now, and I can let this go, otherwise…” she slowly approached the woman, her voice coldly whispering in her ear, “I’ll have you thrown out of the company.”
The woman’s arrogance was clear, especially with her last statement. “You bit…”
“Alison, apologize to the manager right now!” a refined male voice intervened, and Aurora turned towards the source of the sound.