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    Bethany continued, “I’m telling you, Faye’s the most likely suspect. Especially since every security guard who went looking for her that night was thoroughly checked, and nothing suspicious turned up. That just makes Faye look even more questionable.”


    Belinda, her tone steady and measured, said, “Enough. Let’s leave it be. Lucas knows what’s going on, and he’ll investigate the matter. Let’s eat.”


    With that, they turned their attention to the meal, and no one mentioned Faye again.


    Halfway through, Johnson excused himself to use the restroom. As he neared it, a suddenmotion erupted from a nearby private room—a sharp bang echoed as a door mmed shut. Then, silence.


    Johnson recalled that these rooms were soundproof. His brow furrowed as he wondered if something had happened to the people inside. Acting on instinct, he knocked on the door.<fn2235> Updates are released by find?novel</fn2235>


    No answer came, even after several knocks. His unease grew. Without hesitation, he grasped the doorknob and pushed the door open.


    The sight inside made his eyebrow arch in shock. A man was clutching a woman’s shoulders, her struggles fierce and frantic. Her blouse had been ripped, hanging loosely off her shoulders from the scuffle. By chance, Johnson knew the woman.


    When Zoie spotted Johnson, her eyes welled up, a mix of relief and hope lighting her gaze. “Johnson, please help me! This man’s trying to assault me!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.


    The man’s expression changed dramatically the instant he saw Johnson.


    The man released Zoie instantly, smoothed down his wrinkled clothes, and faced Johnson with a groveling smile stered across his features. “Mr. Hoffman, please understand—this is nothing more than a terrible misunderstanding. I simply wished to engage Miss Wilde in pleasant, cordial conversation. Harassment never crossed my mind, I assure you.”


    Johnson remained indifferent to whether this man had truly intended to assault Zoie or not. Nevertheless, having pushed open the private room door and witnessed thepromising scene unfolding before him, he couldn’t simply turn away and pretend nothing had urred.


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    Johnson’s attention shifted toward Zoie. “Do you want to call the police?”


    The question seemed to strike Zoie like a physical blow. Her head shook in frantic refusal. “Absolutely not! We cannot contact the police under any circumstances! No one else should discover what happened here.”


    “Very well.” Johnson redirected his gaze toward the trembling man. “Then you should leave.”


    The man stared at Johnson,plete bewilderment etched across his face. He struggled toprehend how he was being permitted to escape this humiliating situation so effortlessly.


    After recovering from his initial stupor, the man wasted no precious seconds. He bobbed his head frantically in agreement. “Got it, Mr. Hoffman; I’ll leave right away!”


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