The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 19

Mildly surprised, Celia accepted Evelyn's friend request.

The second it went through, Evelyn's message arrived.

[Hello, Ms. Stafford. I am Mr. Forrester's assistant, Evelyn Morgan. We met earlier today.]

[Mr. Forrester is incredibly upset today. If it isn't too much trouble, please respond to his messages so he doesn't worry about you.]

Reading the message, Celia let out a loud scoff.

Typical true heiress behavior. She hadn't even officially claimed her inheritance yet, but she was already throwing her weight around like royalty.

Celia didn't reply.

The screen showed "Typing..." for a while. Moments later, another message from Evelyn came through.

[Ms. Stafford, Mr. Forrester has three more meetings today. Are you seriously going to make him delay them just because of you?]

[You and I are the same age, so I really hope you can act a little more mature. A person's whole world shouldn't revolve around a man.]

[Do you think it's appropriate that Mr. Forrester is delaying the work of the entire Forrester Group because of you?]

Look at how she twisted the narrative, placing herself on a moral pedestal.

Celia sneered coldly and typed back:

[What does his anger delaying his own meetings have to do with me?]

Seeing Celia finally reply, Evelyn continued typing:

[Of course it has to do with you. If it weren't for you, Mr. Forrester wouldn't be this angry, and the company's schedule wouldn't be delayed.]

Celia: [If he's so angry that he can't even conduct a meeting, isn't that just his own incompetence for failing to control his emotions?]

Likely shocked that the famously obedient, docile heiress could say something so cutting, Evelyn didn't respond immediately.

The screen flashed "Typing..." for a long time before she finally sent back a stiff line:

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