Chapter 484

Chapter 484:
Hearing that, Sigrid halted.
Candice took a few steps and stopped in front of Sigrid. Suddenly, a smile formed on her face as she pointed to the coffee stains on Sigrid’s dress.
Slowly, she said, “If I had bumped into you just now, the impact would have caused splatter marks higher up. On the contrary, if the coffee spilled by yourself, due to the angle and force, there would be pouring and dragging marks, and the stain would be lower. Based on my observation, there don’t seem to be any splatter marks on your dress, and the stains are low. What do you think? Take a moment to consider. Did I bump into you, or did you accidentally spill the coffee?”
Sigrid’s delicate expression suddenly crumbled. She balled her hands into fists behind her back, her nails digging into her skin.
Candice was a force to be reckoned with, and Sigrid couldn’t deny it. Her attempt to frame Candice had backfired, leaving her in an awkward position. She found it difficult to refute Candice’s argument. Her face shifted between pale and flushed, her emotions in turmoil.
Milton, meanwhile, remained expressionless, showing no intention of intervening.
In the end, Sigrid awkwardly said, “Hey, little girl, you’ve made a good point. It seems what you said is true. I may have misjudged the situation, and I apologize. I’ll be more careful in the future.”
Though embarrassed, she had no choice but to endure it.
Candice wore a sweet, harmless smile as she quipped, “Little girl? How do you know I’m younger than you? Do you really know me?”
In truth, Candice intended to expose Sigrid’s knowledge of her identity and her entanglement with Milton. After all, Sigrid wouldn’t have set her up when they first met if she didn’t know who she was.
Sigrid froze, at a loss for words.
Candice didn’t wait for a response.
She studied Sigrid’s face carefully before raising her eyebrows with a smile. “You’re right. You do look a few years older than me, ma’am.”
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Her tone was laced with intimacy as she emphasized the word “older.”
Sigrid’s face darkened.
Candice was far too conceited. Was she mocking Sigrid for being old?
It was true; she wasn’t young. In fact, she was a year older than Milton. That was always a sore spot for her.
Candice had struck a nerve, and it was unbearable.
Sigrid gritted her teeth in anger. Today, she spilled coffee all over herself and made a fool of herself, yet she gained no advantage. Instead, she was exposed and humiliated by Candice on the spot.
She felt a grudge festering within her.
Suppressing her fury, Sigrid forced an awkward smile and said, “I’m sorry. It was just a misunderstanding today.” She glanced at Milton, then at the document in Candice’s hand, and continued, “Milton, you have business to discuss with her. I won’t disturb you anymore. Talk to you later.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Sigrid strode out of Milton’s office hall without looking back.
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