From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 491 Kelvin's Digging his Own Grave Kelvin's eyes had that hidden edge, but no one could see it.

"I saw the whole thing," Kelvin said. "You were just doing your job." Timothy was like, "Kelvin, you... Are you nuts?" But Penelope was used to his antics.

Kelvin sticking up for the supervisor? No shocker there! He's lost it! Totally bonkers! "Get back to work," Kelvin said. "The company won't can you unless you really mess up." The supervisor went from sweating bullets to grinning ear to ear.

"Thanks, Mr. Davis! Thanks a ton!" The supervisor nodded like a bobblehead. "I'll crush it in this role and make the company proud!" The cleaner finished up and stood.

The supervisor grabbed the cleaner and bolted with the tools.

He was scared if he stuck around, Kelvin might change his mind.

Everyone knew Kelvin was a tough nut, while Timothy was the chill one, always smiling.

But today, Kelvin had his back! Kelvin was a stand-up guy! He'd bust his butt for the company now! "Kelvin, oh Kelvin," Timothy sighed, "Are you trying to makelook bad?" He'd said to fire the guy, but Kelvin didn't.

But whatever.

The problem was how to explain this to Penelope.

"It's cool, Mr. Foster," Penelope said. "I'm good, I'll get back to work." She nodded and left in a hurry, not even glancing at Kelvin.

Kelvin didn't look at her either and headed to his office. Timothy trailed behind.

He kept muttering, "Dude, what's up with you? That's Penelope, your wife, your love, the mother of your kid. You just let her get pushed around by a cleaner supervisor? Last time, you let Madison walk all over her. Wake up, man! If a woman gets really mad, good luck calming her down!" Kelvin plopped into his chair. "You done yapping?" "I'm just saying, this could be good for you in the long run," Timothy said, worried.

"I know what I'm doing; butt out," Kelvin said. "Worry about yourself." Timothy shrugged. "I'm single; nothing to worry about." "Get a girlfriend, and you will have something to worry about," Kelvin said.

"Whatever, man," Timothy shrugged. "If you wanna dig your own grave, go ahead. Just hope when you beg Penelope for forgiveness, you do it with spride." Kelvin opened a file, ignoring him.

Timothy touched his nose, feeling pointless, and turned to leave. "Kelvin, the more cocky you are now, the more pathetic you'll be later. Can't wait for that. You deserve it!" Before Kelvin's death glare could hit him, Timothy slipped out and shut the door fast.

A heavy object slammed against the door with a loud bang.

The door probably had a dent. If it had hit him, he'd be out of commission for at least half a month! Good thing he had experience! "Mr. Foster," Ryan said, looking miserable, "did you tick off Mr. Davis again?" "I didn't," Timothy said.

"Then why'd Mr. Davis chuck a file at the door?" Ryan asked.

Timothy shrugged, "Not the first time. Chill out, man." "Easy for you to say, you don't hang around Mr. Davis all day," Ryan sighed. "But Mr. Foster, I feel bad for myself!" If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Timothy patted his shoulder. Messing with Kelvin is nothing, but Penelope messing with him? That's the real nightmare." Ryan shivered. "Mrs. Davis, she..." "No, Penelope's cool," Timothy said. "But this time, it's flipped. Kelvin ticked off Penelope." Ryan scratched his head, confused.

Just then, Kelvin's voice boomed from the office, "Ryan!" "Here!" Ryan hustled in.

Kelvin pursed his lips. "Got a job for you." Ryan nodded. "Shoot." After hearing Kelvin's instructions, Ryan was stunned for a sec before saying, "Okay, got it." Was this tiny task really worth Kelvin's personal touch? What did the cleaner supervisor do to piss off Kelvin? No one cared. By noon, the cleaner supervisor was gone, like he never existed.

From then on, it was like the guy never worked at Davis Group. Poof, vanished! And no one gave a damn.

Soon, the janitorial department had a new supervisor.

In a big company, a little personnel shuffle was no biggie.

As for the old supervisor's fate? Who cared! Kelvin leaned back in his chair, staring at the bustling LA streets through the floor-to-ceiling window.

How much longer would this drag on? He was sick of being misunderstood and hated, unable to explain.

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complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for! e you! Soon, Soon. At the latest, when the slow-acting poison in Isabella's body kicked in.

By then, even if Isabella and Madison refused to spill the beans on breaking the curse, he'd have leverage! He had to hang in there.

He had to wait.

The King Manor.

When Madison woke up, it was already evening.

She propped herself up from the bed, sweating from the pain.

"Where is everyone? Someone get in here!" Madison shouted. "Where'd everyone go?" She felt crappy all over, making her even crankier.

Plus, Madison thought she was special because she was with Kelvin, giving her sense of superiority. Only she could get into Kelvin's bed.

Even though she was tired and in pain now, she felt it was worth it, dreaming of getting pregnant with Kelvin's kid.

Madison had no clue it wasn't Kelvin at all.

"Ms. Garcia." A servant walked in. "What do you need?" She leaned against the headboard and asked, "Where's Kelvin?" "Mr. Davis hasn't cback yet," the servant said.

"What tis it, and he's still at work?" Madison said.

"Ms. Garcia, I can't keep track of Mr. Davis's schedule," the servant said.

Madison snapped, "Fine, fine. Getsomething to eat. I'm starving," She'd slept all day and was sore all over, so she needed to refuel. "Yes, Ms. Garcia," the servant said.