She entered the elevator slowly and reached Mark’s office.
Mark was preparing for a meeting.
Upon seeing her, he asked nonchalantly, “Mrs. Wilson, what brings you here?”
Dressed in an elegant silk blouse, an overcoat, and sheepskin boots, complemented by a classic Dior pearl necklace, she exuded a captivating charm.
However, Mark didn’t seem to appreciate her finely-tuned appearance.
With a forced smile, Cathy replied, “Words have it that Miss Fowler has reached Czanch. You must be delighted, right?”
Over the past few years, Mark had largely ignored her, only displaying a reaction when Cecilia was mentioned.
Mark gestured for Peter to leave the room first. After they were alone, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. His gaze was deep.
“Cathy, I forgave you largely because Cecilia is fine. And yes, partly because of our past. I thought you would understand that after facing the music.”
“Mark, are you this heartless?” Cathy retorted, her voice deep with mixed feelings.
After all, they had once been in a relationship. But now, Cecilia was the only one who could attract Mark’s attention. What about her injured hand? Couldn’t it even draw some sympathy from him?
Mark took another deep drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out.
He then unfolded a document.
Looking into Cathy’s eyes, he declared, “Cathy, I don’t think you are suitable to work here anymore. I’ve made arrangements to transfer you to a subsidiary company. You’ll receive a good salary there, and I believe you’ll be happier in a new place.”
He signed the document decisively, which would transferred her to the company in Tashkao.
Cathy emitted a brief gasp, standing where she was.
“So, I have to step aside just because she’s here, right? Mark, you can’t even let me stay in Czanch, correct?”
Mark replied coolly, “It’s for the best for both of us.”
He had made up his mind, and Cathy couldn’t do anything about it.
After taking the transfer document, Cathy stormed out. Peter was still waiting at the door. Seeing that she seemed upset, he showed his concerns by asking her.
However, Cathy didn’t respond at all and simply bypassed him.
As Peter stood there, somewhat puzzled, Mark emerged from his office.
Dealing with Cathy could be quite vexing.
Although Mark didn’t say anything, Peter could guess the nature of their conversation. Attempting to console Mark, Peter offered a faint smile.