Chapter 428
She handed over her business card. “Email the details to me, thank you.”
The receptionist promptly tucked the business card away, nodding, “Understood, Ms. Curtis.”
Eileen gave a brief nod in response and exited the hotel.
As she drove away, unease settled over her. Zola was deeply entrenched in the Dawson family’s sphere, not someone likely to compromise her integrity—even for the sake of Apex Group. It seemed unlikely she’d use her own money and identification for such an inappropriate meeting…
The following morning, Eileen scrutinized the hotel’s surveillance footage, her expression turning to one of shock as she saw the unattractive man accompanying Zola. Could Zola really be driven to such extremes? Something didn’t add up. She snapped a screenshot of the man and messaged it to Raymond.
“Raymond, check this man’s background ASAP.”
Deciding on her next move, she instructed Raymond to share the footage with the media.
Returning home late that night, Eileen showered quickly and went straight to bed, leaving her clothes unwashed. The next morning, as Bryan was collecting Gabriela’s laundry, he absent-mindedly picked up Eileen’s clothes as well. Suddenly, a familiar cologne scent hit him, sparking a flood of memories.
Bryan furrowed his brow as he held Eileen’s blouse, his mind flashing to cliché television dramas where incriminating lipstick stains or strands of hair clung to garments. Yet, there was nothing of the sort on her clothes.
He gathered the laundry, Gabriela cradled against his chest, and paused by the bathroom door, where Eileen was brushing her teeth. Catching her eye in the mirror, Eileen rinsed her mouth and noticed Bryan’s lingering presence.
“Need the bathroom?” she asked while applying her skincare products.
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“No,” Bryan replied with a slight smile, his thoughts still on the cologne scent. Perhaps it was just a business associate after all. Without pressing the issue, he left the room with Gabriela.
Meanwhile, Eileen, oblivious to Bryan’s silent conjectures, completed her morning routine and headed downstairs for breakfast, anticipating the media fallout.
Sure enough, within an hour, the story exploded across news feeds. Zola’s late-night escapade in a hotel, financing the encounter herself, was now a public sensation.
High-definition videos and screenshots vividly captured Zola’s shaky exit from a room, accompanied by a man who appeared overly familiar, his hand lingering on her. The media wasted no time in emphasizing the themed room setting, crafting a scandalous narrative about her alleged involvement with Apex Group.
As the story gained traction, Zola arrived at Eileen’s doorstep to pick up Milford. It didn’t take long for her to make the connection—Eileen was behind the unfolding scandal.