Ayla’s legs felt weak, yet she managed a strained smile. “I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Scott. Could you explain?”
“Playing dumb, are we?” Eric rose swiftly, his glare sharp. “You were the one who directed the cleaner to put those candles in my suite!” The realization hit him. His dizziness and confusion the previous evening, his fragmented memories—they all stemmed from the effect of those candles!
At his loud exclamation, Ayla shuddered, her strength leaving her as she crumpled to the floor, pale as death.
Her scheme was uncovered? Already?
“Mr. Scott…” Tears welled up in Ayla’s eyes as she reached out, clutching at Eric’s leg. “I’m to blame, but I…”
Her words were cut off by the sudden ringing of Eric’s phone.
Cordell was calling.
With a flick of his leg, Eric dislodged Ayla’s grip and answered the call.
“Mr. Scott.” Cordell’s voice came through clearly. “We’ve finally got some news about Remy’s case.”
“Really?” Eric’s tone was icy, his eyebrow arched in skepticism. “You mean to tell me you’ve finally found something after all this time? Talking about efficiency!”
Despite Eric’s biting words, Cordell remained composed, offering a respectful smile. “I admit, my progress was slow. But after a detailed investigation, we’ve uncovered something significant…”
“Just tell me. Who is it?” Eric asked.
Cordell’s reply was succinct. “A woman named Ayla Ramirez.”
Upon hearing this, Eric whirled around to face Ayla, who was still seated on the floor. He maintained a composed expression. “Go on.”
“Yes, Mr. Scott,” Cordell continued. “Remy and…”
Ayla and Remy were childhood friends. The staff at Galant mentioned that Ayla frequently visited Remy not too long ago, and subsequently, the scandals erupted… We pressured him, made alluring offers, and finally, he admitted it… “Mr. Scott, it’s this woman! She orchestrated the entire scheme! She compensated Remy with cash, effectively erasing any financial trails.”
Eric absorbed every word in silence until Cordell finished. “Understood. Thanks for your diligence.”
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Ending the call, Eric turned toward Ayla with a deliberate stride.
His steps echoed ominously, each one seeming to press down on Ayla’s spirit.
Ayla raised her head, her expression one of shock and apprehension. “Mr. Scott?”
Eric chuckled darkly, a sound devoid of warmth. What a challenge it was to contend with such a shrewd woman!
The woman before him appeared fragile, yet she had executed numerous schemes behind his back!
Narrowing his eyes, Eric stared at Ayla and declared, “Remy has spilled everything.”
Ayla’s body trembled, her eyes widening in disbelief.
She understood the gravity of Eric’s accusation instantly. The impact was too intense to hide.
Eric saw the truth in her expression, his anger flaring to an uncontrollable height.
He scoffed.
His laugh was tinged with fury, his eyes glinting dangerously. “You had Remy carry out those actions! Then you had him pin the blame on Linda!” His voice was steady, no trace of doubt to be found.
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