Qiao Xi let out a calm laugh and pointed at the document in his hand, speaking indifferently.
“Flip a few more pages. You’ll also find copies of your bank transaction records.”
“When you got lazy and had me handle the salary card applications for everyone, I happened to gain access to your bank statements.”
“So tell me—where did that huge deposit from two days ago come from? Can you explain it clearly?”
Step by step, Qiao Xi advanced toward him. Her elegant brows lowered slightly, and an indescribable pressure radiated from her gaze.
Although her appearance was cold and stunning, at the end of the day, she was still just a young woman barely experienced with the world.
Previously, the boss had never taken her seriously.
But he hadn’t expected such a seemingly delicate girl to give off such overwhelming intimidation.
“You—!” His hands trembled with anger, the words suddenly lodging in his throat.
Qiao Xi sneered as she moved closer, her face filled with mocking amusement.
“What about me? Why did you suddenly stop talking?”
“Since you’re so afraid of being blamed for this, I suggest you admit who ordered you to do it. Resubmit my work now, and we can let this matter go.”
Naturally, the boss refused to reveal who was behind it. Deciding it was better to compromise, he pulled out his phone and unlocked it.
The instant the screen lit up, Qiao Xi snatched the phone away with lightning speed.
She moved so quickly that before the boss could even react, the phone was already out of his hands.
Panicking, he immediately lunged to grab it back, but Qiao Xi had already dodged aside.
She had grown up fighting like this with others. This level of reflexes was nothing to her.
Quickly, she logged into the official competition website and found the option to resubmit her design.
Furious, the boss spoke in a mocking tone.
“If you insist on causing trouble, I can’t stop you. But let me warn you—watch what you say and do!”
Qiao Xi ignored him completely, focusing only on reuploading her work.
At that moment, a text message suddenly popped up on the screen.
It contained only a few concise words:
“Understood. Don’t send messages again next time.”
The last few digits of the number looked strangely familiar to Qiao Xi.
Her mind raced through her memories, and suddenly a chill shot straight to the top of her head.
It was Mo Hua’s phone number—Nangong He’s special assistant!
Some time ago, because the house had lacked daily necessities, Mo Hua had frequently texted her to ask about supplies, so she had memorized the number.
Could it be that the real mastermind behind all of this was Nangong He?!
While Qiao Xi was distracted, the boss swiftly snatched the phone back.
He let out a cold snort and spoke mercilessly.
“I’ve already done everything I can to help you. I suggest you stop being ungrateful and learn to weigh the consequences. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to deal with you.”
But Qiao Xi was still lost in thought and paid no attention to his warning. She simply turned around and left.
Countless thoughts surged through her mind like bamboo shoots after the rain.
Was Nangong He afraid that if she entered the competition and suddenly became famous, she would become difficult to control, exposing the truth about their contract marriage?
So he had secretly manipulated things, using this unreliable-looking boss to intercept her work midway?
No wonder when she had been searching for a studio before, Nangong He not only refused to help, but had practically been hoping she would fail.
The more Qiao Xi thought about it, the colder her heart became.
They were supposed to live together under the same roof for an entire year, yet he was this petty and narrow-minded!
Burning with anger, she dialed Nangong He’s number.