Chapter 1127

Irene tried to speak. “I—”
Nathan tightened his grip on Michelle’s hand and cut Irene off. “You should apologize to my wife. You owe her an apology.”
Irene froze where she stood.
Nathan let out a sneer. “What? You don’t want to say it? I gave you a chance, but it seems you don’t even know how to cherish it.”
The threat in his voice was unmistakable. He was forcing Irene to apologize to Michelle.
Michelle looked at Nathan in surprise. He was actually standing up for her!
Irene panicked. She admired Nathan’s power and feared it just as deeply.
Swallowing hard, she turned toward Michelle. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Lynch. This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have been rude. I shouldn’t have been full of myself. I shouldn’t have raised my hand at you. Everything was my fault. Please forgive me!”
Michelle turned to Janet, who was standing behind her. “Are you willing to forgive her?”
Janet shook her head without hesitation. “She was arrogant when she was being the bully. Now she’s backing down only because she has no choice. I don’t want to forgive her.”
Everyone had to pay for their mistakes. As adults, very few things could truly be settled with just a simple apology.
At that moment, the bar owner, Fredrick Paulsen, hurried in. “Mr. and Mrs. Lynch.”
Nathan said calmly, “You’re just in time. This woman is an eyesore. From now on, I don’t want to see her here again.”
Fredrick immediately nodded. “Yes, Mr. Lynch. I’ll take care of it.”
Nathan then took Michelle’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
After Nathan and Michelle left, Janet glanced at Irene. “Don’t puff yourself up pretending to be something you’re not, and don’t be a wretched homewrecker!”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Irene’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. She knew she was finished.
Fredrick said bluntly, “Irene, you don’t have to come back to work anymore. Pack your things and leave the Capitol. Mr. Lynch doesn’t want to see you again.”
Tears streamed down Irene’s face. This time, they were real.
She cried bitterly, “Mr. Paulsen, can you please spare me this once? I don’t want to leave the Capitol!”
Fredrick snorted. “Blame your own ignorance. Of all people, you had to offend Mrs. Lynch. Look at her born into wealth a famous designer, beautiful and talented. How Could Mr. Lynch possibly abandon her for someone like you?”
Irene sobbed. “Mr. Paulsen, please… Give me one more chance.”
Fredrick shook his head. “Pack up and leave. And you, Wendy. You’re fired, too. You can leave together.”
With that, Fredrick walked away.
Wendy slumped to the floor as well, staring at Irene in disbelief. “So you weren’t Mr. Lynch’s woman at all… He never liked you
“Wendy, listen to me—”
Wendy screamed, cutting her off. “I don’t want to hear it! You ruined my life!”
Outside, Nathan, Michelle, and Janet walked toward the car. Jeremy stood by the
luxury vehicle and greeted, “Mr. Lynch, Mrs. Lynch.”
Nathan opened the read door with practiced ease. “Get in.”
Michelle smiled politely. “Thank you.”
She settled into the back seat, and Nathan followed, sitting beside her.
Janet climbed into the front passenger seat, and Jeremy started the car.
The luxury vehicle glided smoothly down the road.
Janet couldn’t hold back her excitement Mr. Lynch, you were amazing tonight! I honestly thought you had something going on with that Irene, but I didn’t expect you to be so self disciplined and als protect Ms. Landon like that. You’re the gold standard of husbands!”
She gave him an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
Jeremy added calmly, “I’ve followed Mr. Lynch for many years. His private life has always been
spotless. With standards that high, only someone as exceptional as Mrs. Lynch could ever catch his eye.”
eye.”

Michelle smiled and turned to Nathan. “Looks like I really married a good husband.”
Nathan glanced at her. She was smiling sweetly, her red lips curved, clearly trying to
please him.
The corner of Nathan’s lips lifted slightly, and he let out a short laugh.
What was the meaning behind that laugh?
Michelle thought that it didn’t feel warm at all. It somehow felt more like a quiet, knowing sneer. It was almost as if he was mocking her.