Lucy stood in the doorway, handing Heather her phone. Her face was filled with concern as she whispered, "I think Mr. Elkin is in a bad mood. Maybe you could cheer him up." Heather was speechless. The last thing she wanted was to comfort Tyrone. If only she could send him to outer space instead!She was sure that if Lucy turned off her phone, Tyrone would just call another maid in the mansion to get her to answer. Waking everyone up in the middle of the night was definitely not ideal. With a forced smile, Heather took the phone and shut the door. She took a deep breath before holding it to her ear. "Heather, how dare you hang up on me? Are you asking for trouble?" Tyrone's voice boomed through the phone, making her wince. Heather had expected this. In a calm and soft tone, she replied, "You're the one who started yelling." "Who allowed you to sleep?" he yelled. She was stunned. Was she getting scolded for sleeping? Was he insane? Heather had hoped that with Tyrone away,
On the other end of the call, Heather drifted off to sleep with her face pressed against the phone screen. Listening to her soft and even breathing, a subtle tenderness flickered in Tyrone's eyes. He decided not to wake her and quietly ended the call. … Heather slept until noon the next day, all thanks to Tyrone's late-night call. She handed the phone back to Lucy, who asked with concern, "Ms. Sutton, you and Mr. Elkin didn't fight, did you?" "No," Heather replied. She had fallen asleep while talking with Tyrone and couldn't recall much of their conversation. "Thank goodness." Lucy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "I was worried you two might argue, but it seems Mr. Elkin won't take it out on you, even if he's in a bad mood." Heather was speechless. If it weren't for Tyrone deliberately keeping her awake yesterday, she might have believed Lucy's words. She hoped he wouldn't disturb her tonight. All she wanted was a good night's sleep. … With no updates from Set
Despite Selena's persistent attempts to seduce him, Craig remained resolute in his refusal. Desperate, she had secretly drugged his drink, hoping that just one sip would make him hers for the night. Unfazed, Craig set the drink aside and gently guided Selena to the couch. "Selena, I need to leave for a few days," he said calmly. Selena's eyes turned icy. "Is this about Heather? Craig, it's my birthday! Are you going to abandon me for her?" Earlier, when Craig had pulled out his phone, she had seen the name "Hattie" on the screen. The intimate nickname stung, especially since she was only saved in his contacts as "Selena". It hurt deeply because she was his legal wife. "I'm sorry I can't be here for your birthday," Craig said. "We're investigating a feud between the Simpsons and Snyders. It's tied to the person responsible for my family's deaths. I really have to go." With that, he grabbed his suit jacket and left the private room. "Craig!" Selena called out desperately,
Soon, Heather arrived at the airport. She bought her ticket and entered the waiting area. Just then, her phone rang. It was from an unknown number. "Hello, who's this?" she answered. Selena's shrill voice sounded in her ear. "Heather, was seducing Uncle Ty not enough for you that you're after Craig now? You shameless slut! Do you think you can get away with this?" Heather winced at the assault on her eardrums. She couldn't help but hold the phone away while enduring Selena's tirade of insults. Each one was more vicious than the last. Didn't Craig explain the situation to her? "Selena, are you done? Craig and I are going out of town to find someone. There's nothing more to it," she replied coldly. Yet, Selena wasn't having any of it. "You're just trying to seduce Craig! You filthy whore! If you need a man so badly, why don't you sell yourself?" Today was her birthday, and the thought of Craig leaving her for Heather was unbearable. "Selena, you're being ridiculous!" Heat
"What are you thinking about?" Craig inquired, his steady gaze fixed on Heather. She blinked, snapping back to reality. "I'm not sure if we'll even find George on this trip." Locating George would be ideal. If they didn't succeed, not only would they miss crucial leads from years ago, but Selena might also assume they were having an affair. That would make it difficult for Heather to explain herself. Craig's lips curled into a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Even if we don't find him, we can follow other leads. There's always a way." She remained silent, her shimmering eyes reflecting a hint of uncertainty. Noting Heather's silence, Craig's smile softened. "What's on your mind?" "It's nothing," she replied with a sheepish smile, turning her gaze back to the window. Heather couldn't shake the feeling that Craig seemed different. During their phone calls, he had been distant and cold, but now he was unexpectedly gentle, almost like the Craig she used to know. Not only ha
Just then, Caleb's phone buzzed, and he answered it. After listening for a moment, he looked at Tyrone with a furrowed brow, his expression serious. "Mr. Elkin, Ms. Huntington has something to discuss with you about Ms. Sutton." Tyrone opened his eyes gradually, his face darkening with concern. Caleb handed him the phone respectfully. Tyrone took it with one hand and put it against his ear, his voice cold and flat as he demanded, "Speak." His icy tone sent chills down Selena's spine. After taking a moment to calm herself, she said, "Uncle Ty, did you know that Heather has been flirting with Craig? She's been in constant contact with him!" Tyrone's eyes narrowed at her words. "She's been flirting with your husband?" "It's true! I have proof. Heather is cheating on you—" "Stop spreading lies. He doesn't love you because you're unattractive. What does that have to do with Heather?" He dismissed her abruptly, his patience clearly wearing thin. Selena was taken aback by t
The plane touched down in Oakville. Craig had rented a car, so he and Heather made their way to the small town. By the time they reached, evening had settled in. George's place was a dilapidated two-story building. "He wouldn't have moved out, would he?" Heather asked. She frowned as her gaze fell on the dark windows. The building seemed unoccupied for a long time. "I'll check," Craig said. "Stay here." He went next door to inquire and soon returned with news. George was indeed staying here, but they were unlucky. He had gone gambling three days ago, and he had a pattern of returning every five or six days. Heather furrowed her brows. "Didn't he gamble away all his relocation money in Royalton? Does he even have a job?" Having investigated it, Craig replied, "I've asked around. George has lived here for over a decade, and no one has seen him work. Yet, he seems to have money. He often claims to be a gambling expert and says he's won a lot. "I suspect his money comes fro
Tyrone's tone sounded cold, as if the temperature of the surrounding area had dropped a few degrees.As she was going to hang up the call, Heather stopped her fingers mid-way, feeling somewhat surprised.Clearly, Tyrone was not in a good mood. What had happened?Heather regretted calling him at this moment. She spoke softly, "Lucy said you were looking for me. Is there anything you want?""Where are you?"Heather calmly said, "I'm at Oakville. Didn't Lucy tell you?"She couldn't let Tyrone know she was trying to find out what had happened between the Snyder and the Simpson families.He wouldn't let her meet Craig, so she couldn't tell him the truth. Now that she met with Craig, she had to use returning to Oakville as an excuse.Perhaps Heather was wrong, but she felt Tyrone's mood became worse after she said that. He didn't say anything, but she sensed a subtle change in the air, almost suffocating.It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Heather continued to say, "I'm from Oa