In Jessie's defense she was not eavesdropping, they just had to be having a conversation at the same time and place as her nervous breakdown. But who would hear someone speak bad about them and remain passive? Okay maybe a lot of people and probably even her, fine she would just admit it. She was out here mostly because the bitch kept going on and on about knowing Jason, sue her she was jealous.

Both women looked at her in utter shock, as she walked out of the stall.

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"Jessie?" Patricia snorted.

"Nice to see you to, what a small world don't you think?" She said pursing her lips and folding her arms. "And who the hell might you be?"

"Some trash that doesn't know where not to poke apparently." Patricia replied looking back at Scarlett with a disgusted look etched on her features.

Scarlett only smiled. "I'm Scarlett Bae, Chairman Kang's secretary. And how nice both of you are here together. It would be a bother repeating the same thing twice."

"And that might be?" Jessie asked.

"Stop embarrassing yourselves, you are both beautiful women that could easily find men that are at you level, so it would do you a whole lot of good to stop chasing after a man that does not want you." She stated bluntly as if she was scolding stubborn toddlers.

Jessie brow rose and Patricia jaw fell. Both of them looked at each other first, as if they were both confirming that they were seeing and hearing the same thing.

Patricia suddenly rushed at the woman to slap her but Jessie caught her right in time, before her plan came in contact with the woman cheek.

"What the hell are you doing?" Patricia asked Jessie through gritted teeth.

"Is this always your first response to things?" Jessie asked in bemusement.

"What is it to you?" She pulled her hand away.

"Don't stoop to her level." Jessie replied.

"My level? Bitch please you couldn't get there even if you wanted." Scarlett snorted haughtily.

It was Jessie's turn, to be shocked into a hanging jaw. "Who the hell are you?" She had to ask. "A mere secretary?"

"Mere? Better than the bitter ex who had to be dragged out of her exes company. You really are brave I wouldn't have it in me to show my face here. Stalking him." She spat viciously.

Jessie blinked, it made sense. Patricia was here, Jason's apparent secretary was here, that meant he was here. Damn.

"You were dragged out?" Patricia gasped, laughter in her tone.

"I don't think you have anything to be laughing at. You can't even give back an engagement ring, how pitiful." Scarlett added.

Again it was Jessie's turn to react. But there was no amusement, no mirth just pure confusion. "Jason is breaking off the engagement?" Did that mean he was really married? To someone else? What the hell was going on?!

"It was her idea and now she too much of wimp to go through with it. Isn't that right? I'm sure you though you could get his attention that way, pitiful." She scoffed.

"I think that would be enough now!" Jessie spat. "You just buzzing useless things like an annoying mosquito." She said.

Patricia looked to Jessie. "I can't let her get away with this." She said when she realised there was nothing to be laughing at.

"I hate to agree to with you." Jessie replied both of them looking at each other.

Scarlett looked between each of them, even with all her pride and gusto she stepped back when she recognized the glint in their eyes.

Without another word, in a flash before the secretary could fathom what was going on she was banging on the bathroom door shouting profanities and both women stood at the other side holding three out of order signs.

"You are not going to come back here to free her are you?" Patricia asked Jessie as they panted beside each other, standing like two incredibly beautiful bodyguards.

"Why the hell would I do that?" Jessie huffed, that woman was small but damn she had a lot of fight in her.

"Something about being a better person maybe? You always like to think you were a better person." Patricia replied, shooting her a wry glance.

Jessie scoffed. "I am a better person, but not just so much as to free that bitch from in there."

"Good. Now that we have agreed to both walk away from this. I can't believe Jason threw you out of his company." She laughed, "not very smug anymore are you?"

Jessie shot her an icy glare. "Speak for yourself 'miss my plans always backfire'." She spat back.

Patricia faced her. "It not over yet is it? I am still wearing his ring."

"And yet he is still married to someone else. I know you are so shameless to be mistress but I never pegged you for a second wife." She retorted. "And for goodness sake enough of this. I am not going to fight with you over Jason. We already have our fight and I swear I will bring you down Patricia."

"Yes, yes, you've been saying that for more than half a year now don't you think it high time to give up? Wait... is that why you with George? Because you want to bring me down?" Patricia laughed.

Jessie face fell into a tight frown and she fisted her palms at her sides.

"Dangerous game Jessie, so since Jason jilted you you decided to give for the next best thing. Yet I am the shameless one?" She snorted.

"You mean he jilted you. And who I met none of you business. Now scurry along and continue to grovel for attention like the pitiful little thing that you are." Jessie said, turning in the opposite direction and walking away. Making sure to drop the out of order sign a considerable distance from the toilet.

"That makes two of us you bitch!" She yelled after her, slamming one into the other sign door and walking off in the other direction and dropping the other sign just as Jessie drop hers.

Jessie was fuming as she walked back. The nerve all those women! But as she was nearing the restaurant again, she began to dread going over to George. But she couldn't exactly stay away, she had already taken to long.

But before she could reach, strong hands from a corner grabbed her and pulled her into a dark corner. Not completely dark, it was filled with moonlight, quite beautiful actually but she wasn't thinking about any of that. Infact she was already on high alert ready to scream when the other hand in that pair that was gripping her arm clamped over her mouth.

"Don't shout. Don't dare."