Cecilia paled at this. Our colleagues, on the other hand, snickered silently after seeing the screenshot.

Someone privately texted me, [You're very brave, Jessica!]

I replied, [I have nothing to be afraid of. I'm not her husband, and I don't need to spoil her.]

[You're right. I'm taking notes from you on this. Ever since she got pregnant, she's been acting like a queen. She can do that at home, but not in the office!]

I smiled. It seemed that everyone shared the same experience.

I had never thought of getting angry at Cecilia. However, I died really miserably in my past life, and I refused to suffer again.

Cecilia panicked. "Jessica, delete that now!"

I spread my hands. "Too bad, can't delete now. It's too late."

Cecilia glared at me fiercely before she turned and headed to the supervisor's office.

A few minutes later, Trevor Scott, the supervisor, asked me to go to his office.

When I arrived, Cecilia had just come out of his office with a proud look. "Just you wait, Jessica."

'Well, why should I be afraid of you?'

I knocked on the door and entered. Trevor looked at me and said, "Jessica, it's a fate that we can all work together. What you did today is too much."

"Too much? Mr. Scott, forgive me for being blunt, but I don't quite understand what you mean. Why don't you set an example for me? I can learn from you too."

Trevor's expression immediately soured. "Jessica!"

"Yes, Mr. Scott. I really don't understand. What do you mean, I went too far? What did I do wrong? Tell me, and I will change." I looked at Trevor sincerely.

Trevor was speechless.

After all, getting breakfast for a colleague was not a work matter, and personal matters should not be discussed excessively at work.

Trevor knew that, so he coughed lightly and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. I will let you handle the Westin account. Hand over the company's social media account you're handing to Cecilia to manage."

That shocked me.

"You mean the social media account I built up myself from scratch? Mr. Scott, does Mr. Wesley know about this arrangement?"

"Jessica, the account belongs to the company. You just need to obey my arrangement."

I finally understood that this was the punishment for my disobedience.

Trevor looked at me with a smug smile on his face. "Alright, you can leave now."

I heard him loud and clear, so I went out right away.

I bumped into Cecilia, who was touching up her makeup with a mirror. She said, "Some people just never know where they stand and think they're untouchable."

She knocked on the table to signal me, "Hurry up, or you'll be responsible if the work is delayed."

"Don't worry, I wish you all the best." I handed her the account and password, and then asked her to sign for a handover confirmation.

From that day onward, the company's social media account had nothing to do with me.

I would not be responsible for anything that would happen next.

On top of that, I specially submitted a copy of the handover confirmation form to the human resources department and kept a copy for myself. I also tagged Trevor in the chat group, [Mr. Scott, as you've instructed, I've completed the handover of my tasks with Cecilia.]

Trevor replied, "Good."

I took a screenshot of it immediately and saved it. One must always leave a trace of things they did.

I inwardly sneered, looking at Cecilia's smug face across the room. I did not believe that someone like Cecilia would be able to make the company's social media account more popular without me.

After all, I had stayed up for countless nights to set up the account and the continuous material selection for postings.

As for Cecilia's work, I was not too confident, and there would not be any problem at all for me to take over.

Stacey looked over at that moment and said, "Jessica, you are managing another account? How capable…"

Cecilia smiled and added, "You're a young lady and are not pregnant. You've got a lot to learn. Mr. Wilson from Westin is a strict person."

I smiled as I watched them laughing at me. I said, "You're right. Cecilia is pregnant and will take maternity leave. Her position will be vacant when that happens. I wonder who will take over her position?"

Stacey choked when she heard that.

Stacey was on a contract basis from an outsourcing company, and she had been trying to secure a permanent position in the company. When Cecilia went on maternity leave, Stacey would have a chance to take over her position.

What I said changed Cecilia's and Stacey's expressions. Cecilia snorted and headed out with her phone. Stacey seemed to be in deep thought.

I shrugged and headed to the washroom.

Not long after I entered the washroom, I heard footsteps entering before hearing Cecilia's voice.

"I told you: she isn't fooled at all! What do you want me to do? If you don't have money, just go borrow it. That stupid girl is a careful one, always so cautious about me. She's not getting duped at all!"

'Stupid girl'? Was Cecilia talking about me?

I quickly took out my phone as I heard her say softly in the next cubicle, "I know, I'll find another chance later. That Stacey looks dumb enough, so we'll target her. My child will definitely be worth more than a hundred fifty thousand dollars!"

My heart sank when I heard that.

No wonder she had to pester me in her past life. She even extorted me for 150 thousand dollars in compensation. It was all for money. What a cruel woman; she would not hesitate to hurt her own child for money!

I heard Cecilia put away her cell phone and left.

I waited for another 10 minutes before I left the washroom. I took a detour to the sales department to collect some data before returning to my workstation.

When I got back, a sweet smell lingered in the office. I noted several fruit platter boxes in the bin.

"Oh, you're back!" said Stacey sarcastically. "We've finished eating and forgot to leave some for you."

"I heard that the fruit platter is usually cut from rotten fruit. Be careful not to eat them, or you will get an upset stomach," I reminded Stacey.

Stacey merely sneered, "I bought imported fruit, and they're very expensive. How could there be rotten ones?"

No one in the office said a word.

Cecilia went to the washroom at that moment. She came out a while later, crying, "Ah! Help! What should I do? I'm bleeding!"

She cried and sat on the ground, clutching her stomach. Everyone panicked and called an ambulance immediately.

Stacey anxiously held Cecilia tightly. "Help me! Go to the hospital with me."

I urged, "Go with her. Aren't you two besties?"

Stacey did not think twice about that. She got in the ambulance together once it arrived. I smiled as I watched them leave. I asked for the rest of the day off immediately and followed them secretly.

Once they arrived at the hospital, Cecilia's family had arrived too.

When the family learned that Cecilia had a miscarriage after eating the fruits Stacey had bought, Stacey's mother-in-law, Laura Newman turned and charged toward Stacey, slapping her tightly.

"You wretch! What did you do?! My precious grandson is gone! You have to compensate me for this loss!"

Stacey, stunned by her slap, clutched her cheek and cried, "I… I didn't! It wasn't me!"

"Who else, then? Cecilia said it was you who bought the fruit platter! It was you!"

I stood in the crowd and excitedly watched the drama unfolding.

The skinny old lady ignored what Stacey said. She grabbed her hair and slapped her more than a dozen times, which caused Stacey's face to swell and redden. She screamed and fell to the ground.

At that moment, Stacey spotted me in the crowd.

Stacey pointed at me and screamed, "It's her! She did it! Don't let her run away!"

Cecilia's family all looked over instantly and surrounded me.

"So it's you, little rat!"

The old lady slapped me without a reason. I lay on the ground and cried, "Murder! The old woman sneaked out of the mental hospital and is killing people!"