Cheating in Cold Storage? I Turned on Quick‑Freeze

My company hosts an appreciation gala to thank long-time clients.

I go to the company's cold storage to retrieve the batch of wine just flown in from overseas when a stream of comments suddenly appears before my eyes.

"That was close! She almost caught Daisy covered in red wine and looking all seductive. Good thing Tristan reacted fast and hid her in the freezer."

"Can Scarlett just leave already? Look how cold Daisy and Tristan are. They are shivering. What if they catch a cold?"

I pause mid-step, my gaze landing on the freezer behind me.

Red wine is dripping out, and a piece of fabric is caught in the door. On it, I see the motif I personally sew onto my fiancé's clothes.

Just then, the comments appear again.

"Tristan plays it cool, claiming he is all about platonic love and staying chaste for Daisy. What a touching romance!"

I smirked coldly. The platonic act is fake. The truth is he's cheating on me.

Without a word, I turn around and toss the clothes they leave on the floor into the trash. Then, I lock the cold storage door and call the boss, who is in the middle of giving a speech.

I exclaim over the phone, "A thief broke into the company! I locked them in the cold storage. Please bring some men and come over quickly!"

After I hung up, the comment section erupted in an uproar.

"Holy crap! Did the sidekick, Scarlett Thorne, lose her mind? Who is she calling a thief?"

"Ha! She has no idea that the director, David Beckett, is the matchmaker who brought the leads today. Even if everyone shows up, he'll help smooth things over."

I frowned and pulled out my phone. Just as I hit the send button, David arrived, leading a group of directors.

My uncle, John Marshall, looked grim. "I'd like to see who dares to commit theft in broad daylight. This is outrageous!"

David quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Let's not rush in. The thief is locked inside and not going anywhere, but we have major clients out there. If this turns into a scene, the clients will think we have poor supervision, and it'll ruin our reputation.

"Let's calm the clients first. We'll deal with this after the gala and swap out the red wine for now."

The others nodded in agreement.

I stepped forward and chimed in in a professionally concerned voice, "I think you're wrong, David. If we solve this crisis the moment it arises, people will praise our emergency response.

"And the fact that someone managed to sneak into the cold storage unnoticed proves that we have spies within the internal management of the company. For all we know, this could be a spy sent by our competitors to poach our clients!

"I've called the police, and they'll be here soon. I suggest we start a live stream and draw attention from the internet for widespread publicity."

John thoughtfully nodded. "She's right.