Chapter 642: Chapter 343: Kay Forrest is a Beast (1 Update)
She clearly remembered seeing the words ’Murder must be atoned for by death’ in Jane Quinlan’s cellphone video.
Suddenly, she felt that this matter really wasn’t that simple.
Perhaps, she had really misunderstood Evie Larkin.
After a long silence, she asked, "Annie, this Evelyn Claire should hate our company, right? Why would she come to work for this company then?"
"I asked her about that a long time ago, whether she hated Skyward Group.
After all, as an employee under me, I need to understand her mindset and ensure she doesn’t negatively impact the company.
She said she didn’t hate the company, nor was there any need to.
What happened in the past is in the past, and she has to keep living her life as she continues to be in this world.
Who wouldn’t want the treatment Skyward Group offers?
Survival is much more important than hatred."
Wendy curled her lips; this woman was quite good at pretense. Annie was no easy person to hoodwink, yet she managed to deceive Annie with sweet talk—a typical sly and manipulative type.
"Then was her father’s death really related to our company or not?
If it truly wasn’t, then it’s still fine, but if it was, wouldn’t that make Evelyn Claire pitiable?
Her father died because of the company, yet she still has to work her life away for it."
Annie shook her head: "No, I inquired about it. The police announced back then that Evelyn Claire’s father drowned in the reservoir during his lunch break because he got a cramp while swimming.
If she had called someone to accompany him then, this wouldn’t have happened.
Thinking about it, it was just his time to go."
Wendy nodded: "Well, no matter what, I still feel that Evelyn Claire is quite pitiable.
I didn’t know about this before. Now that I do, I feel like I should see her in a new light."
"Pitiable she may be, but that’s just her fate.
Some people are just born lucky, like Jane Quinlan. Although she came from an ordinary background, she ended up becoming Young Lady of Skyward Group.
Some people are born into happiness, but what comes next?
Life is full of disappointments.
If you ask me, it’s best just to live well yourself."
Wendy chuckled: "That’s true, there are so many pitiable people in the world.
Annie, I really can’t thank you enough today.
You’ve helped me clear up my doubts again.
Please put this necklace away.
This little token of my appreciation, if you don’t mind, don’t refuse me."
Annie burst into laughter: "How could I mind it, I love it! Wendy, thank you, I will not stand on ceremony then."
"I should be thanking you. Here, Annie, have more to eat."
After lunch, back in the office, Wendy scribbled something on a sheet of white paper.
She was almost certain that Evelyn Claire was behind this.
What’s important now is to get her to admit it herself.
Jane Quinlan came out from Kay Forrest’s office after her lunch break.
She greeted Wendy, who quickly crumpled the white paper from her wastebasket and tossed it into the trash can.
Jane Quinlan shrugged her shoulders and didn’t say anything more, returning to her desk.
Wendy looked cool and detached for the entire afternoon.
As soon as it was time to leave work, she got up and packed her things: "Jane, I’ve got an urgent matter and need to leave now. Could you tell Director Forrest for me later?"
"Sure."
Jane Quinlan had just responded when Wendy had already dashed off.
A puzzled thought crossed her mind—Wendy had been acting so strangely lately.
Always appearing deep in thought, it was unclear what was on her mind.
She stood up and entered Kay Forrest’s office, just as he was getting up to grab his coat and come find her.
"Are we going home?" Jane Quinlan approached.
"What else? You want to stay here longer?" Kay looked at her.
Jane Quinlan pouted: "I was just asking casually.
Hey, have you noticed that Wendy has been acting weird these past few days?"
"I only talk to her a few sentences a day, how can I tell if she’s acting weird or not? What’s wrong?"
Jane Quinlan speechless: "Aren’t you the man rumored to understand women best? Can’t you see it?"
"Ever since I met you, sir, I’ve washed my hands of that.
I no longer understand women, ok?"
Jane Quinlan smiled and rolled her eyes: "So righteous. Actually, I don’t know what’s wrong with her either, she’s just been secretive, and she left immediately after work, telling me to pass the message to you."
"Her leaving work is her business, no need to inform me.
We’re going to take our wedding photos this Saturday, let’s start going to the beauty salon from tonight."
Jane Quinlan glared at him: "Are you saying my skin isn’t good enough?"
"I think it could be even better, let’s go," he said with a mischievous smile, his hand resting on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her and they headed out.
At this moment, Wendy was in the underground parking garage, making a phone call to Evelyn Claire.
"I’m driving to the company’s entrance right now; get in the car after you come out."
"Hey," Evelyn Claire sighed helplessly, "Wendy, I really don’t know anything about Evie Larkin. I’m actually not that close to her; can you please stop pestering me?
I really... What do I have to say for you to believe me?"
Wendy spoke gravely, "This time, I’m asking about courier deliveries."
Evelyn Claire was stunned on the other end: "Courier? What courier?"
"Don’t play dumb with me. I’ll be waiting at the entrance. If you don’t come out, I’ll have to report this matter up the chain."
Evelyn Claire clenched her fist: "I’m speechless. Wendy, you’ve really been acting too strange lately.
"Forget it, I won’t say anymore. I’m coming down right now."
As soon as she hung up the phone, she began to pack her things immediately.
Her gaze was cold. Did this Wendy know something?
But that shouldn’t be the case. How could she... it’s impossible.
She arrived at the company entrance and accurately found Wendy’s car, pulled open the door, and got in.
Wendy didn’t waste words either, starting the car and driving off immediately.
Evelyn Claire turned to look at her: "Wendy, I really don’t know what I’ve done lately to offend you, why are you picking on me with everything."
Wendy gave her a quick cold glance: "Stop pretending, Evelyn. You sent that courier, didn’t you?"
Speechless, Evelyn replied, "I’m really troubled. How could you possibly associate that courier issue with me?
I hold no grudge against Jane Quinlan, you, or Evie. Why would I bother doing such a pointless thing?
Why don’t you give me an answer?
It’s fine if you suspect me, but you should at least give me an explanation.
Being blamed like this for nothing, I feel very wronged."
"Wronged?" Wendy scoffed coldly. "You sure know how to claim innocence.
You’re right, you have no vendetta against me, Evie Larkin, Jane, or Director Forrest.
But don’t you hold a grudge against Skyward Group? Didn’t your father drown while taking a shower after working at the Skyward Group?
Aren’t you harboring this hatred against the Forrest Family?
Because Skyward Group belongs to the Forrest Family.
Your real target isn’t us; it’s Director Forrest, isn’t it?"
Evelyn frowned slightly and glared at her cautiously: "Are you investigating me?"
"I really didn’t want to associate these affairs with you.
However, there are no impermeable walls in this world, and it just so happens that you can be connected to me and Evie Larkin.
You’ve always been sowing discord between us.
After the investigation, I found out that you are indeed the most suspicious woman in the company.
Evelyn, just confess, did you do this?"
"No."
Evelyn looked at her firmly: "Even if you repeat a thousand times, I will still say no."
Wendy nodded with a smile: "Okay, if that’s the case, then I’ll report this to Director Forrest right now.
I believe that if Director Forrest sends someone to investigate your home now, they should be able to find some clues.
Why else did you not dare let me enter your home that day?"
"You really are crazy," Evelyn looked at her with a hinted anger: "Why are you so set against me?"
"Because your scheming has dragged me into it, Director Forrest is now very displeased with me, almost fired me."
"Who made you have flawed values? Is Kay Forrest someone you could be fond of?
He’s just a pervert, a beast.
How can you not think that I was actually trying to save you?"
Wendy laughed coldly: "Well, how about that, you admitted it? It’s you."
A startle hit Evelyn’s heart; this woman.
Seeing her about to call Kay Forrest, Evelyn grabbed her phone and hung up.
Wendy glared at her: "What are you doing?"
"Yes, I sent the courier, so what? The person I was targeting has never been you.
You were just conveniently used by me to take advantage of your name.
If I wanted to harm you from the beginning, I would have written Evie Larkin’s name on the parcel.
Since I didn’t harm you, why are you now making things difficult for me?"
"Because your actions are despicable, cursing others... I’m surprised you could even think of that."
Wendy eyed her coldly: "Jane Quinlan is pregnant, yet you tried to harm her in that manner, you’re not afraid of dying and going to the Eighteen Layers of Hell."
Evelyn replied indifferently: "You must be wondering why I did it.
Alright, I’ll tell you the truth. Come on, drive to my house.
Aren’t you curious why I didn’t let you in last time?
This time I’ll show you the real situation."
Wendy glanced at her, doubting she could come up with any more tricks anyway.
She drove towards Evelyn’s home, keeping a fast pace along the way.
The next morning, Kay Forrest and Jane Quinlan arrived at the office only to find that Wendy still hadn’t shown up.
Normally at this time, Wendy would have already prepared Kay’s tea, but today, she was absent.
"See, I told you Wendy has been acting odd lately, she still hasn’t arrived."
Kay shook his head: "She’s even lost the notion of punctuality, it seems she really doesn’t want to work anymore."
Jane lightly patted him on the shoulder: "Who doesn’t have emergencies every now and then? Let’s not talk like that, shall we?"
"Oh, you’re defending her now?"
Jane grinned: "Just being fair and realistic."
Kay curved his lips into a smile: "Okay then, I’m heading in. If Wendy shows up, have her come to my office."
"Sure."
Jane sat back at her desk and looked at her watch: eight o’clock.
An hour later, Wendy still hadn’t appeared, which Jane found strange.
Wendy may be eccentric, but she was definitely not someone who would be late.
In any case, Jane had never heard Kay mention his assistant being late before.