<b>Chapter </b><b>395 </b>
“A licensed anesthetist,” Sebastian said. “But so far, he hasn’t confessed who’s behind it.”
“Keeping tight–lipped, huh?”
“Yeah. Felix and the others are still pressing him for answers.”
They continued discussing the case as they drove toward Yun’s Tragrance & Dye Studio. Since Caitlin had sessfully reimed it, she’d
arranged for the building to be cleaned and restored
When she returned this time, the ce was already bustling. Workers were busy repairing the damaged roof, rebuilding broken tools, and deep–cleaning the dye vats. The entire site was alive with hammering and nking.
Caitlin walked around inspecting the site and made sure the workers received chilled drinks to cool down.
“Miss Caitlin, we’ll finish on time, don’t worry!” said the project foreman enthusiastically.
“Thank you,” Caitlin replied. “I’m not interested in rushed work, what I want <b>is </b>high–quality craftsmanship. If you can finish the project on schedule and meet my standards, I’ll give each of you a 20% performance bonus on top of the contract.”
That promise lit a fire under the workers–everyone expressed their gratitude and doubled down on their tasks.
Caitlin wasn’t the type to exploitbor. She cared about quality, Rebuilding Yun’s Fragrance & Dye <b>Studio </b>would be a long–term project–it wasn’t something that could be rushed.
She supervised until dusk before returning to the city.
Meanwhile, dinner at The Yuncey <b>Family </b>estate had finished. With half the family moved out, the dining room was eerily quiet. The once- bustling mealtime now felt hollow.
Quill, Greta, and the rest sat in silence, each weighed down by an unspoken anxiety.
“Let’s not mention the family division to Mom yet,” Quill told his wife. “It might be too much for her to take.”
“I <b>know</b>. I won’t say anything,” Greta nodded. “But honestly, splitting the family isn’t such a bad thing. At least now we’ll have fewer Headaches. Without your little sister around, my ears finally get some peace.”
“Be careful who hears you,” Quill wamed.
As they walked off, Millie called out to her husband. “Honey, what’s going <b>on</b>? You’ve been off all evening.”
From the moment dinner <b>started</b>, she’d noticed how distracted he was. He kept checking his phone every other minute.
“It’s nothing. <b>Just </b>a minor issue at work. I might need to step out and <b>deal </b>with it. You go on home first.”
me, it was from a private number,
Dous <b>had </b>been waiting anxiously for Caitlin’s call–and when it finally came,
She gave him an address and a hotel room number.
Thrilled, Dous raced to the hotel, fixed his tie, straightened his jacket, and rang the bell
The door opened, revealing Caitlin in a ck silk nightgown. One nce at her <b>and </b>his blood began to boil
“Caitlin, L.
His tongue twisted. Even speaking became difficult.
“Come in,” she said.
inside, the curtains were drawn, the lighting low and suggestive. Dous’s mind went nk the moment he saw her silhouette
“I be lust a minute. I’m going to shower,” Caitlin said.
<b>“</b><b>5</b><b>–</b>Sure. Take your time.”
As the sound of water ran in the bathroom, Dous’s heart pounded. The scent in the room–was it perfume or something elset–made his head swim.
Moments Later, the water stopped, and the woman reappeared, her figure hall shadowed
The scent, the lighting, the mood–he was too dared to question anything. He only saw what he wanted to see.
And just like that, one thing led to another<b>. </b>
Time passed–he had no idea how much. Still breathless, Dous was just about to <b>suggest </b><b>a </b>second round when the door burst open, and
the lights flicked on.
A group of men stormed in with cameras and lights, snapping away.
The woman in bed shrieked and dove under the covers. Dous bolted upright in horror.
“Who the hell are you?! Stop filming<b>!</b>”
“We’re with the press,” one of them said. “Tell us, Mr. Dous, the woman you just slept with–isn’t your wife, is she?”
“You’re a respected businessman, How do you exin cheating on your wife in a <b>hotel </b>room?<b>” </b>
More questions fired at him while shbulbs went of Panicking, Dous grabbed a nket and lunged for their cameras.
“You can’t air this! I’ll <b>sue </b>you! I’ll destroy your entire agency!”
“You’re afraid of getting caught? Then maybe <b>you </b>shouldn’t have done it,” one of them snapped. “<b>If </b>you want this to disappear, it’ll cost you.”
“This is ckmail”
“ckmail? No, sir. Just business. For someone like you, a million bucks is packet change. Think of the alternative–if this gets <b>out</b><b>, </b>your reputation’s ruined. Not just yours–The Yuncey Family’s stock could plummet. You’d lose billions.<b>” </b>
Dous was forced <b>to </b>cave. “How much?”
“One million each.”
<b>“</b>What?”
“There are eight of us. That’s eight million.”
Realizing he had no choice, Dous reluctantly wrote the checks.
Once the reporters were paid, they deleted their footage and leh
Relieved it <b>was </b>over, Dous turned back toward the bed–only to find the woman lying there wasn’t Caitlin
19:43 Fri, 8 Aug
“You… Who the hell are you?”.
He sobered instantly, blinking at her face. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn’t ce it.
“You don’t even remember nie?” she said, voice trembling
Tears welled in her <b>eye </b>
“… you… What’s going on?”
Dous waspletely disoriented. He could’ve sworn it had been Caitlin at the door.
Before he could process it, the hotel room door burst open again.
This time, it was Shaw and a squad of uniformed officers.
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