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“What’s the matter?” he replied.
“It’s nothing urgent,” Abigail said. “I just thought we could spend a little more time together. After all, we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other from now on. By the way, could you ease up on the Cruz family?”
She hadn’t wanted to bring up the issue that soon, but Asher had been insistent—if they delayed any longer, the Cruz family could be ruined. That was why Abigail broached the subject now.
“What Cruz family?” came the man’s response.
“Asher’s family. They’ve realized they made a mistake. Just let them go. How about I treat you to dinner tonight?” Abigail offered.
There was a pause before the man answered, “I don’t know who Asher is.”
Abigail frowned. What was going on? Had Andrew just been pretending? She quickly checked the man’s profile picture, which showed a man’s back. Now she realized it didn’t seem like Andrew’s back.
Her heart skipped a beat. This man wasn’t Andrew!
Abigail was stunned. “You’re not Andrew. Who are you?” she typed out with trembling fingers.
“Andrew? Do you really think I’m Andrew? That’s laughable. Why would a man like Andrew be interested in you?” The reply came swiftly, laced with arrogance. Before Abigail could process the sting of his words, the man had deleted her again.
Abigail’s eyes widened in shock. She had been duped! She didn’t even know the identity of the sleazy man she had been with last night. Panic rising, she noticed several friend requests on her WhatsApp again.
She accepted all of them and found out they all wanted to ask her out. A chilling thought crossed her mind. Had her phone number been exposed? Abigail was so furious that she nearly fainted from the shock.
Just then, her phone rang—it was Asher. “Abigail, what happened? Did you manage to talk to him?” Abigail hesitated, not wanting to utter a word. This was an unimaginable blow to her professional reputation. She clenched her jaw, finally forcing herself to admit, “Something went wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“It wasn’t Andrew,” Abigail replied.
“What? No!” Asher’s voice escalated into a panicked scream, his heart sinking as the realization hit him. If it wasn’t Andrew, then what were they supposed to do? His mind raced, unable to process the implications. “Abigail, you’re the best at this. You have to come up with something! Men are just playthings to you, right?”
“I’ll figure something out. But first, you need to track down Andrew.”
“Andrew has just returned to Ansport. How can I track him down?” Asher’s desperation was palpable.
Abigail bit her lip, resentment bubbling up inside her. Damn it! If only she had verified everything last night, this mess could have been avoided. She had overestimated herself.
Asher continued to pile on the blame, his words sharp and relentless. Finally, fed up with his accusations, Abigail hung up the phone.
Her phone rang again. Irritated, she assumed it was Asher calling back. But to her surprise, it was an unfamiliar number. Half-expecting it to be Andrew, she answered quickly.
“Are you free tonight? One thousand dollars for a night,” a man’s voice drawled on the other end.
Abigail’s face darkened as the realization hit her—this wasn’t Andrew. It was another man who asked her out, assuming she was that kind of woman. Furious, she slammed the phone down, her anger boiling over.
But her phone rang again. Frustrated, she answered again, only to hear the same lewd proposition. Without hesitation, she hung up, her patience wearing thin. Her phone rang again, and this time, it was from a different number.
She also noticed a flood of friend requests, each one accompanied by the same degrading question. Her head throbbed with anger and disbelief. She wasn’t a prostitute!
Damn it! Someone had exposed her phone number, plastering it on some shady website. Abigail was furious!
Several days passed peacefully at the Patton family’s home. It was rare for Waylon to be home for a few days, so he seized the chance to spend time with Isabella. If not for the fear of revealing Isabella’s identity at the company, Waylon would have accompanied her to the office every day. Unfortunately, a few days later, Waylon had to leave once more. Before he departed, he handed a few concert tickets to Isabella.
“Isabella, my concert is the day after tomorrow. You have to be there,” Waylon said, looking at her with eager eyes.
“Okay,” Isabella replied, finding it nearly impossible to refuse him.
Waylon’s face lit up with a smile at her agreement, and he dropped Isabella off at the company before leaving.
That day, the office was abuzz with excitement.
Everyone was discussing the upcoming concert. “I’m so excited! Waylon hasn’t had a concert in Gemond for ages.”
“Me too! But I didn’t manage to get a ticket. I guess I’ll have to listen from the outside.”
“My friend snagged a ticket. It cost over two thousand dollars! Expensive, but totally worth it if I can go.”
They felt a pang of both envy and jealousy. Suddenly, everyone’s gaze shifted to Teresa.
“Teresa, with your connections, you can definitely get in, right?” someone asked eagerly.
Teresa smiled at their envious faces. “I happen to have a few tickets. Who’s interested?”
Everyone was pleasantly surprised. Even those who typically didn’t get along with Teresa were intrigued. Waylon’s popularity was undeniable, and everyone was eager to attend the concert.
Feeling as though she was in the spotlight, Teresa basked in their attention. “But I only have five, so…”
“Teresa, pick me! I’ve been a fan of Waylon for years,” someone hastened to say.
“Teresa, we’re good friends. Please take me along,” another person chimed in.
They vied for Teresa’s favor, and Teresa replied, “I’ll give it some thought.”
At that moment, she spotted Isabella walking in. Teresa’s expression clouded with displeasure. Days had passed, and still, nothing had happened to Isabella. What was the Cruz family doing? They couldn’t even deal with one woman.
As she silently mocked the Cruz family, Teresa noticed messages flashing up in her high school group chat.
“The Cruz family has declared bankruptcy. Oh my God!”
“How? Did not see that coming. Asher was just bragging the other day.”
“Ah, that’s the nature of business. One wrong move and everything can come crashing down.”
“Oh… What a shame.”
The sudden downfall of the Cruz family left everyone stunned. It dawned on Teresa that the Cruz family’s downfall was the reason why Isabella had remained untouched. Truly, Isabella was incredibly fortunate.
“Isabella,” Teresa said, reclining in her chair, “I happen to have a few tickets to Waylon’s concert. Would you care for one?” She planned to cause Isabella some trouble if she asked for the ticket.
But Isabella cast a glance in her direction and replied, “No, thank you.”
Teresa’s brow furrowed. In this day and age, could there truly be women who weren’t swooning over Waylon? Surely, she must be putting on an act.
The morning went by in a blur, and by the time Isabella wrapped up her work, it was already lunchtime. She was planning on grabbing a bite to eat.
Isabella called Susan to invite her to join her at the concert. Susan eagerly accepted. She was taken aback to discover that Waylon was Isabella’s brother. Waylon had always flown under the radar in the entertainment world. Susan had always imagined him as a dedicated artist from modest beginnings.
Though she had crossed paths with Waylon at the Patton family’s banquets, she had never imagined they were related. It appeared that not just she, but others were also oblivious to the link between Waylon and the Patton family.
“Waylon is so low-key!” Susan remarked.
“Indeed, he is,” Isabella replied with a smile.
Susan was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of attending the concert. They chatted for a bit, and after lunch, Isabella headed back to her office. When she walked in, she was greeted by the sight of her desk in chaos, with some tickets strewn across it.
Beside the desk, Teresa and her entourage wore expressions of hostility. Other colleagues cast worried glances at Isabella. Though her delicate features betrayed no hint of emotion, Isabella’s icy eyes glinted with a subtle menace. She spoke with unnerving calm. “Teresa, who gave you the authority to touch my desk?”
Teresa remained silent, but one of her minions stepped forward. “Isabella, you are shameless. You claimed you had no interest in the concert, yet here you are, swiping Teresa’s tickets! Do you have any idea what these tickets are worth? She could have you arrested for theft!”
Teresa’s eyes were icy, laced with disdain. “Isabella, you truly have no shame!”
“I stole your tickets? Open your eyes and look closely—they belong to me!” Isabella found the whole situation utterly absurd.
Teresa lifted the five tickets and said, “I had five tickets—so you’re telling me you have the same number?”
“So? Does having the same number of tickets prove that I stole from you? Teresa, each ticket has a unique code. Look closely and see if they’re actually yours,” Isabella retorted, her voice icy.
Despite her disbelief in Isabella’s words, Teresa glanced at the tickets. The codes didn’t match hers. Shock flitted across her face. How did Isabella get these tickets?