My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 115

The weight of her decision settled in Valentina’s chest, but she didn’t waver.

She had given them a chance—one chance. They ruined it.

They were done.

She didn’t want to be the type of director who fired people on her first day, but this? This was too much to ignore.

Hudson and Camille had no place in her team.

And if she let them stay, they would only do worse next time.

Her voice was calm, but there was no room for negotiation.

"You are both dismissed. I have no interest in working with people who are actively plotting my downfall." freeweɓnøvel.com

The two of them froze, their faces drained of color.

"But, Director Valentina, please—" Hudson started, his voice shaking.

"We didn’t know," Camille added quickly, desperation creeping into her tone.

"It was all the waiter’s idea! He suggested it! We—we didn’t think it would go this far!"

However Valentina’s stare remained cold.

"You didn’t think it would go this far?" she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief.

"You sabotaged a contract. You tried to humiliate me in front of my employees. You plotted against me—the very person you’re supposed to work under."

Her fingers tightened into a fist on the table.

"And now, because you’ve been caught, you’re telling me it wasn’t your idea?" She let out a short, humorless laugh. "Pathetic."

At that moment the restaurant manager, who had been watching everything unfold, stepped forward. His face darkened with fury, his eyes narrowed dangerously at Hudson and Camille.

Valentina caught his expression and smirked slightly.

"If you don’t leave right now," she said, her voice steady, "I’ll ask the manager to deal with you both... just like he did with the waiter."

Immediately the memory of the brutal slaps, the kicks, and the humiliation flashed in their minds.

Hudson gulped, his entire body stiff with fear.

Camille trembled, her hands clenching into fists as she lowered her gaze.

They couldn’t risk it, without another word, they scrambled to their feet, their movements stiff and robotic.

Shame weighed down on them, but they knew—they had no choice but to walk away.

And so, with shaky breaths and lowered heads, Hudson and Camille turned around... and left the restaurant.

Without wasting anymore time the restaurant manager wiped the sweat from his brow, his nervous gaze flickering toward Valentina. His hands clasped tightly together, his posture stiff with fear.

"Mrs Valentina," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I—uh, I just need to confirm... y-you have forgiven me, right?"

Despite his attempt to joke, the tremor in his voice betrayed his fear. His forced chuckle sounded more like a dying breath. "B-because if not, then... well, I might as well start packing my things now."

His eyes darted around anxiously, as if expecting the owner of the restaurant to appear out of thin air and drag him away.

At that moment Valentina tilted her head slightly, watching him with an amused smirk.

He looked like a man on the verge of a breakdown.

She let the silence stretch just a little longer, watching as he fidgeted under her gaze.

Then, finally, she let out a soft sigh and said, "You didn’t do anything. I forgive you."

Upon hearing what Valentina just said, the manager staggered back slightly, his knees nearly giving out from relief.

He exhaled so loudly, it was as if he had been holding his breath the entire time.

"Thank you, Miss Valentina!" he said, bowing deeply. "Thank you! I promise nothing like this will ever happen again!"

Valentina nodded once, signaling the end of the matter.

She turned to her secretary and adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

"The get-together is over," she said firmly. "I’m leaving."

Her secretary nodded quickly, scrambling to gather her things as Valentina walked out of the restaurant.

**

The moment Valentina stepped into the mansion, a warm embrace engulfed her.

"Raymond."

His arms wrapped around her waist, his lips brushing against her forehead as he whispered, "Welcome home, my love."

Before she could respond, he pressed a gentle kiss against her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

His familiar scent—a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely him—immediately eased the tension in her shoulders.

"How was your first day at work?" he murmured, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

At that moment Valentina leaned into him for a moment, enjoying the comfort of his touch.

But before she could answer—A voice interrupted them.

"Valentina."

Immediately she stiffened slightly.

Raymond’s father and mother stood in the hallway, both of them watching her closely.

Seeing them all in one place made Valentina’s heart skip a beat.

Upon seeing Raymond and his family gathered together, Valentina’s heart pounded violently against her chest.

She hadn’t expected this.

She had thought she would see Raymond alone, speak to him first, explain everything before facing anyone else.

But now? Now she was standing in front of the entire family, and the weight of their gazes felt suffocating.

Her fingers curled slightly, her palms damp with unease.

She knew that if she admitted what she had done, there was no going back.

It was her first day in the position, and she had already fired two employees—not just anyone, but two managers—without consulting Raymond or his parents.

That alone was a severe offense.

She had acted out of anger.

And now, she had to face the consequences.

Raymond, sensing her hesitation, chuckled lightly.

"Is something wrong?" he teased, his lips twitching into a smirk.

"Did something happen in the office today?"

Immediately Valentina’s head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing slightly.

She could tell—he already knew.

The amusement dancing in his eyes, the way he phrased his question, it was obvious.

He was pretending not to know, just waiting for her to confess.

Valentina inhaled sharply, her throat tightening.

Her instinct was to apologize immediately, to explain herself before Raymond’s father could react.

But she hesitated, she knew that whatever she was about to say, whatever excuse she was about to make, it wouldn’t change the fact that she had acted on impulse.

And for that, she deserved whatever anger was coming her way.