Chapter 46

The scalding liquid splashing onto the floor drew sharp gasps from the people nearby.

Megan swiftly dodged, but a few drops still stained the pristine white of her shirt. Her eyes narrowed, that usual fox-like glint now carrying a flash of irritation and a hint of something cold.

She tossed her backpack into the startled arms of the intern at the reception. "Hold this for me. I've got a stray mutt to deal with."

Then she spun around and walked off.

The flamboyant receptionist burst into mocking laughter. "Look at her! What a coward. Left her bag and ran off."

Right then, she saw Megan say something to an old man leaning on a cane across the hall. and the next second, Megan was striding back with that cane in her hand.

The receptionist's smug smile froze. "Wait-what are you doing?! What do you think you're doing?!"

Megan wasn't the type to waste her time on arguing when she could fix things with actions. She raised the cane and pressed it lightly against the receptionist's chin. "Come out, or I'll flatten all that filler in your jaw."

The woman grabbed the cane tightly. "You wouldn't dare!"

Megan yanked it out of her grip and smacked it down right on her chest. "Boom! Bet your silicone's crying.Next time, maybe don't go cheap."

A sharp scream pierced the air, turning every head in the room.

"She's gonna kill me! Someone help!"

The woman bolted, but Megan coolly stepped in her way. "You messed with the wrong one. Time for some dog-beating stick action!"

"Running your mouth like a market hag? Deserves a hit!"

"Throwing coffee at people? Cold-hearted snake move. Also deserves a hit!"

"Ruining the company's image? Still deserves a hit!"

"Eyeing someone else's man? Oh, that gets an extra hit!"

"That's a lie! I never went after anyone's man!"

Megan delivered a solid smack to her backside."You were drooling over mine! Maybe this'll knock some memory into your skull."

"You hit my butt!"

Megan sniffed, indifferent. "Honestly? Your face and your butt are equally unfortunate, so I don't see a difference."

The receptionist whimpered, "You're shameless!You're dreaming if you think the President's your husband!"

Megan didn't bother clapping back. When one area got shielded, she just switched it up-arm, then legs,then back to arms. Precision strikes.

Suddenly, the room's energy shifted, sharp and cold

The receptionist froze mid-defensive block, her eyes lighting up like she'd spotted hope in hell. She stumbled away like she'd seen salvation and ran straight toward a tall figure walking over.

Just as she reached out for the immaculate shine of his hand-crafted shoes, Megan swung the cane again,like she was teeing off on a driving range, and whacked her hard from behind.

The receptionist dropped to his feet,ready to grab his shoes and sob her way to safety.

But the man? He stepped back fast.

She looked up with wide, watery eyes. "MMr. Reid, that crazy woman is claiming you're her husband and tried to get into the executive elevator. I know you hate that, so I stopped her. But then she beat me with a cane!"

Tristan's brows pinched together. "Cameron, get her out of my building."

On the floor, the receptionist turned her head and smirked up at Megan. That ugly, smug grin said it all-See? You lose.

But Cameron gave a quick wave, and four bodyguards closed in immediately.

They grabbed her, stretching out her limbs like they were about to ship her off.

"Hey! You've got the wrong person! Kick her out, not me!"

"Mr. Reid, don't do this!"

"Let me go,you morons!"

She was chucked outside without mercy, landing hard at the entrance. Curious onlookers stopped to watch the spectacle.

Still trying to charge back in, she staggered up-

Only to be met by Cameron again. His voice was ice."Do you even realize who you just pissed off?"The gaudy receptionist gritted her teeth. "Just a damn homewrecker trying to cling to Mr. Reid."

Cameron sneered. "She's Mrs. Reid. Boss said it himself-he doesn't want to see you again in the Capitol City. You know what that means."

Mrs.Reid?

The receptionist stood there dumbfounded.When did Tristan get married?

She seriously messed with the wrong person

Whispers rippled through the surrounding crowd of onlookers.

She suddenly exploded, yelling, "What the hell are y'all staring at? Nothing better to do? Bunch of idiots!"

She limped forward, massaging the bruises on her side.

Then someone called out behind her.

Turning around, she saw her supervisor walking toward her,carrying a box. He tossed it at her feet.

"Thanks to you, my bonus this month just went up in smoke.Of all people, you had to mess with the CEO's wife? If that hot coffee had hit her, you'd be spending the rest of your life behind bars. Ugh-bad luck!"

Without another word, he turned and left.

Meanwhile, inside the building, Tristan was checking Megan carefully from head to toe.

Megan wrapped her arms around his waist. "Babe, I was really scared just now!"

Hold up-who was it chasing that woman with a cane just now?

Megan sniffled. "That coffee came flying at me,all steaming and scary. What if it hit my face? What if I got disfigured? What if you stopped loving me?"

Tristan held her tight. "No matter what you look like,I'll always be here."

The crowd: "...Someone call the SPCA-we've got extreme PDA going on."

Cameron sighed. The boss was utterly wrapped around her finger.

Everyone was stunned. This was the same Tristan who supposedly kept women a mile away?

What a day to be alive.

"Oh right, I need to return that cane to the old man."

Following her gaze, they spotted an elderly gentleman not far away, his silver hair gleaming under the lights,his face lit up with amusement.

Tristan's lips twitched into a rare smile, and he took Megan's hand, walking toward the man.

As they approached, Tristan gave a respectful bow."Mr. Stewart, what a surprise! You should've let us know ahead of time."

Bruce chuckled. "If I did, would I get to see such a show?"

He eyed Megan up and down. "Whew! She's got quite a fire in her."

From Tristan's deferential manner, it was clear this man was no ordinary elder.

"Megan, this is Mr. Stewart-he's like an uncle to me."

Megan bowed politely. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Stewart.I'm Megan Shaw."

She held out the cane with both hands. "Thank you for lending this to me."

He accepted it with a nod. "You've got good fortune,kid. Aren't you the girl who ran away from the wedding half a year ago?"

There it was again-her infamous history. Everyone nationwide knew she bailed before the wedding,but no one dared say she'd left Tristan hanging.Somehow,the gossip flipped it the other way.

Megan grinned. "Let's leave that in the past, yeah?"

Tristan chimed in with a smile. "Mr. Stewart, shall we head upstairs to chat?"

Bruce shot Megan a knowing look, then nodded and followed them toward the CEO's private elevator.

Right before stepping in, Megan suddenly remembered her backpack. She dashed over to the registration desk where the receptionist girl stood.

The girl was trembling, holding the bag above her head. "Mrs. Reid, your backpack."

Megan burst into giggles and took it, slinging it over her shoulder. "The Reid Group needs people like you -treating everyone with courtesy and fairness."

She glanced at the name tag-still an intern.

Megan smiled warmly."Starting today,you're officially on the team."

The young woman stared after her, filed with gratitude as Megan walked away with that spirited bounce in her step.