In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 541 Mrs. Thorne

Grace felt a headache coming on as she realized that if the news continued to spread for a few more days, the situation would be beyond damage control.

Luke presented his findings to Grace. "The assistant close to Willow is the most suspicious."

This assistant had been with Willow for five years, even before the latter had risen to fame. She was Willow's most trusted person. Yet she had previously worked at Hawkins Group.

Grace clenched the paper in her hand, a cold laugh escaping her lips.

Luke frowned. "Ms. Lewis?"

"I'm fine. I just can't believe that the man who has stabbed me in the back countless times would choose now to do it again."

As she walked out, she bumped into Samuel, who was delighted.

"Ms. Lewis, where are you rushing off to so angrily?"

Grace glared at him and snapped, "You don't need to worry."

"Byte Technologies is in trouble, and you must be overwhelmed. I've always said these emerging industries are just bubbles waiting to burst. But you wouldn't listen."

Grace stopped in her tracks and retorted, "Even if it's a bubble, I'll bear the consequences."

"Can you afford it? Don't forget our bet. If I win, you have to resign from Amirate Corporation and never show your face here again!"

Grace clenched her fist tightly. Never in the past year had she felt such immense pressure.

This project with Byte Technologies was her most crucial one yet.

"It's too early to discuss that. Let's wait and see."

Grace left, sharp and determined. Samuel spat after her, loathing her deeply. But his mood improved as he recalled the project in Eastwood.

…

Within two days, the news about Willow continued to gain momentum.

Matthew's family background was also swiftly exposed. His wife's influential family had married her off to him in an arranged marriage, and now their public image was severely tarnished due to their scandal.

Everyone was waiting for her response.

However, there had been no response for two days. Grace guessed Matthew probably hadn't managed to appease his wife.

"Ms. Lewis, can we handle this? She's notoriously tough in the circle, and with her husband's infidelity brought to light, it's a blow to her dignity."

Grace tapped the steering wheel and said, "Luke, you seem experienced in this."

Luke looked down and answered, "I've dealt with these situations before."

"Then, you should also know that for them, it's all for one and one for all."

A woman appeared at the villa's gate, ready to leave. Grace took the opportunity to step out of her car and approached her.

"Are you Mrs. Thorne?"

Esme Berkeley was well into her 40s, but she looked like she was only 30 years old and exuded elegance and grace.

Esme stopped and looked at Grace. "And you are?"

"My name is Grace Lewis. You can call me Grace."

Upon hearing this, Esme walked past Grace and commented, "You're Matthew's business partner." Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Grace followed, "You know me?"

"I've seen your name on his documents."

"Then, you must understand—"

"No need to say more. I won't come forward with any statement of solidarity or shared hardship. If he's capable of keeping a mistress, he should be capable of cleaning up his own mess!"

Esme got into the back seat and signaled to the driver to leave.

Grace quickly blocked the car door. "Is he the only one at fault for keeping a mistress?"

Esme looked up sharply and asked, "What do you mean?"

"This isn't the place to talk. How about we have a chat over coffee?"

…

Ten minutes later, the two women sat in the sunlight by the window at a café.

Esme leaned back in her seat and said, "Speak quickly. My time is limited."

Grace didn't beat around the bush. She took a stack of photos from her bag and placed them on the table.