Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 459

A chill traced Florence's cheek as she blinked innocently, "Just three more days, I remember. I'll do my best for Ludwik's mom."

"Thank you," Ludwik said.

After grabbing breakfast at the S-T Group's cafeteria, they were heading back when Florence suddenly spotted Whitney and Sandy chatting and laughing over work matters.

Florence's expression darkened. She realized that Sandy was seeking Whitney's support.

Sandy had always been a tough nut, not at all like Sienna, who fawned over Florence.

Florence had never liked her, least of all because Sandy was the illegitimate daughter whom no one in the Sheldon family thought Florence was wrong to bully. Everyone blamed Sandy.

The thought of Sandy trying to escape her grasp and cozying up to Whitney, possibly spilling her secrets...

Florence narrowed her eyes and ascended the stairs quietly.

Back in his office, Ludwik began to work as Florence followed.

Seeing him busy, Florence offered, “Ludwik, it's my first day, and I’m not really sure what to do. Can I make you a coffee?”

“Sure, take it easy. You’re just here to get a feel for the place. Your well-being comes first,” Ludwik advised without looking up.

Florence smiled and headed to the break room.

She prepared two aromatic coffees and stood by the window, observing the office space. Spotting Sandy returning to her desk and Whitney to her office, Florence added more water to the coffees, making them dangerously full.

Carefully, she chose to walk past Sandy's desk.

As Sandy bent over her drawer, Florence approached, a malevolent glint in her eyes.

She stopped, whispering venomously, “Sandy, cozying up to Whitney, thinking she can take me on?”

Startled by Florence's sudden presence, Sandy, haunted by childhood memories, turned around, her hands hesitating in the air.

Florence, feigning shock, stumbled backward, spilling the coffees. Most of it scalded Sandy's neck, while Florence deliberately splashed some on her own ankle.

She fell, crying out in pain.

Sandy, her face whitening from the burn, jumped up, the chair clattering behind her, and yelled, “What are you doing?!”

“I-I'm so sorry... It was an accident...” Florence whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as she curled up on the floor.

The commotion quickly drew the attention of their colleagues.

“What’s going on?”

Sandy's assistant rushed over, “Sandy, are you alright?”

“Nyx’s ankle got burned!” Florence's assistant shouted.

Ludwik emerged from his office, his authoritative presence instantly silencing the room.

“Ludwik, I-I…” Florence lay on the floor, coughing and unable to get up.

Her skirt had ridden up, revealing a swollen, reddened ankle. Ludwik knelt beside her, concerned, “What happened here?”

He looked around, his gaze stern, “What’s going on?”