I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Joy Chaucer was completely bamboozled.

The Chaucer family was indeed lacking an heir. Chloe had never married or had children, and Bianca’s daughter had been lost soon after her birth. It seemed entirely reasonable for Chloe to have found her and brought her back just to fill that gap.

If Joy didn’t comply with Chloe’s demands, Chloe could reveal her true identity and simply replace her with another, claiming the new one to be the real daughter of Bianca. Thus, anyone could be Bianca’s daughter, not necessarily her.

Overwhelmed, Joy stared at Chloe for a long time before she burst into tears. “Chloe, I’ll listen to you, I will always listen to you, just don’t tell my mom,” she pleaded. She couldn’t afford to lose her current status; she dared not gamble.

Chastened, Joy agreed to Chloe’s terms, and Chloe sighed in relief. “Starting tomorrow, you’ll come to the company to learn. Cause any more trouble, and I won’t hesitate to replace you.”

To force Joy to grow up, Chloe had not disclosed the full truth, only revealing just enough to make Joy feel unsupported and motivated to strive and scramble for her position.

“I will! I’ll go to the company, I will learn,” Joy promised, no longer capable of defiance.

“Come back with me,” Chloe asserted, pulling Joy along. “And from now on, stop hanging out with these people.”

“Alright, Chloe, I’ll listen to you,” Joy agreed.

As they left, they failed to notice Ruby, who had been hiding behind the rose vines. She had recorded everything. After all this time, she finally had the evidence she needed. Joy Chaucer was not Bianca’s biological daughter, which made it easier for Ruby to bring her down. However, Ruby was cautious; the evidence she had got wasn’t enough. What if Bianca didn’t believe it?

The Chaucer family needed an heir, and even if Bianca discovered that Joy wasn’t actually her daughter, she might deny it for the sake of the company’s stability, considering the years they had spent together as family.

Toppling Joy would take careful planning. Ruby decided to help Bianca find her real daughter, the key to genuinely defeating Joy.

Ruby stealthily left the venue, returning to her rental flat where she meticulously organized all the evidence she had gathered and made two backups-one stored on her computer and another in her email, ready to be sent to Meredith at any moment. Since planning her revenge, Ruby had always ensured she had a fallback. If something unexpected happened to her, the evidence in her email would go to Meredith.

In this city, Meredith was the only person she truly trusted. Now, Ruby’s focus was on tracking Joy Chaucer and finding Bianca’s real daughter.

Meanwhile, Joy, outwardly compliant, planned a DNA test to confirm Chloe’s statements.

That morning, Bianca was getting ready in her room. Joy entered with a smile. “Mom, let me comb your hair.”

The gesture warmed Bianca’s heart. “That’s peculiar for you to offer,” she joked.

Taking the comb, Joy bantered, “Mom, you’re dressing up so nicely today. Is there an event?”

“It’s Mr. Granger’s daughter’s birthday. Mr. Thomas Granger at Cathay National Bank, remember? I told you about it before, asked you to join me, but you refused.”

“Is it today?” Joy queried, “I had forgotten, Mom, I’ll go with you.”

“That’s great, you can meet some notable people there, get to know some youngsters. You’re not getting any younger; it’s time to think about finding a man.”

“I’d like that as long as mom can help,” Joy responded dutifully, allowing her mother to screen potential suitors for her.

Surprised by Joy’s readiness, Bianca probed, “Really, Joy, you’re fine with that?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Of course,” Joy reassured her, “your choice must be the best for me. I can’t keep waiting forever. Terrence Sterling is about to become a father. What else can I do?”

“I’m glad you see it that way,” Bianca beamed with happiness, emphasizing, “Finding someone you like is what’s most important.”

During their conversation, Joy seized the opportunity under the guise of caring for her mother. “Mom, you have a grey hair, let me get rid of it for you.” Secretly, this was the perfect chance to obtain follicle-bearing hairs for the DNA test.

Bianca, unsuspecting and touched by Joy’s apparent thoughtfulness, didn’t think much of it.

All the while, Chloe watched from the doorway, seeing everything.