Chapter 37
Rishima reluctantly put down her phone and went to answer the doo
Standing outside was a female wolf. She was Lisa, one of Zvonimir’s secretaries.
Zvonimir had two secretaries: one was Dante, who held the position equivalent to a vice president at Ashcroft Corporation and primarily assisted Zvonimir with important matters. The other was Lisa, an Omega female wolf. Zvonimir often assigned her to handle minor tasks, such as chasing away people he didn’t want to meet.
“Mr. Ashcroft sent these for you.” Secretary Lisa walked in placed several luxury bags on the table, and then cast a sideways glance at Rishima.
Rishima casually glanced at the bags, frowned slightly, and asked, “What’s the meaning of this?”
Lisa smiled, her eyes full of disdain. “Patron buys gifts for his mistress. What do you think he means by this?”
Mistress? Patron?
The insulting words from hisa clearly had Zvonimir’s influence behind them; otherwise, Lisa wouldn’t have dared to insult Rishima like this.
Rishima coldly replied, “Take them back. I don’t need them.”
Secretary Lisa patted her on the shoulder, pretending to comfort her. “Rishima, out of respect for the fact that we were high school classmates, I’ll remind you: you need to learn how to bow your head. You think you’re still Mr. Ashcroft’s partner? That’s the past. Now, you’re just his mistress.”
“Get out!” Rishima pointed to the door, her expression cold.
Lisa sneered and started to leave, but halfway through, she turned back and said, “I heard your womb was injured, and that’s why Mr. Ashcroft left you. Maybe I should introduce you to some clinics for treatment? After your womb is healed, you might have a chance to bear pups for Mr. Ashcroft.”
Rishima clenched her fists at Lisa’s malicious smile but forced a smile of her own. “Secretary Lisa, are you also trying to become Zvonimir’s mistress?”
Lisa’s expression immediately changed. Just as she was about to retort, Rishima continued, “Too bad, even if you stood naked in front of him, he wouldn’t spare you a glance. So, you’re not even qualified to be his mistress.”
“You… you…” Secretary Lisa was left speechless by Rishima’s sharp words, her anger boiling over.
“Rishima, don’t get cocky! Just wait!” she snapped.
Rishima smiled faintly. “Take your time, no need to see me off.”
With a loud slam, the apartment door shut, and Rishima immediately lost her smile.
She looked at the bags on the couch, feeling as if they, too, were mocking her for pretending to be strong and composed.
What was Zvonimir thinking? Did he want to turn her into a greedy mistress to humiliate her with money? Did he purposely ask Lisa to bring them here so she’d have the chance to ridicule her? Lisa had called her a mistress, and Zvonimir a patron. Lisa’s every word was reopening her wounds.
Was Zvonimir trying to trample all over her dignity and pain?
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Chapter 37
Rishima’s face grew pale. She leaned against the wall, struggling to Breathe. It took her a long while to calm the pain in her heart, then she threw the bags into e trash.
After 10 p.m., Zvonimir returned to the apartment.
At that moment, Rishima was holding clothes, preparing to take a shower.
“Do you want to do it in the bathroom? Not a bad idea.” Zvonimir smiled, eyeing Rishima with a lecherous look. He thought to himself that Michael’s idea wasn’t bad–just give this slut some gifts and she’d submit.
He hugged Rishima around the waist and led her toward the bathroom, but Rishima pushed him away. “Don’t touch me!”
“I had Lisa buy these things for you. Since you accepted them, why e you still pretending to be proud?” Zvonimir said, his patience running thin. “Alright, just be obedient! Don’t make me punish you
Rishima glanced at him, her gaze icy and mocking. “Your things are over there.”
Zvonimir followed her gaze to the trash can, his expression suddenly changing. He stared at Rishima for a dozen seconds.
Rishima went into the bathroom and slammed the door, cutting off his view.
Zvonimir gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath. Damn it, he wanted to chop Michael’s head off right now!
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