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Chapter 41 - 41- scandal
The dim yellow light from the private room shone on his face. His otherwise elegant features suddenly took on a sinister edge. After a moment, he forcefully threw her onto the seat beside him and walked away without a glance, indifferent.
She sat there in a disheveled heap, her expression sorrowful. If he had been the husband she had deeply loved, or if he were the man who genuinely cared for and cherished her, how could she not depend on him?
But unfortunately, he wasn't, and she wasn't a naive little girl either. She wouldn't blindly rely on an unrealistic man just because of his occasional tenderness or moments of dominance. She had always been clear-headed, fully aware of the brutal reality.
When she finished work, she received a notification from the bar saying that Vice President Wilson had purchased 20 bottles of her drinks and left her a significant tip. Holding the money, she smiled bitterly. This man was truly self-deluded and ridiculous. His so-called charity made her feel like a beggar.
The next evening, once again, someone had specifically requested her drinks. When she pushed the door open, she saw a woman almost entirely undressed, sensually lying on him, and he seemed to be enjoying the attention of this beautiful woman.
Hearing someone enter, the woman turned, annoyed, and glared at her. Upon recognizing her face, the woman's expression shifted from annoyance to a hint of embarrassment, but then quickly turned smug as she snuggled closer into his arms.
"Well, well—little sister, you work in a place like this?" she mocked.
Her proud and affectionate tone dripped with ridicule. Her stunning beauty scornfully swept over Cynthia's short, almost absurdly short skirt. Yes, the woman in his arms was none other than Doreen, his third sister-in-law, Doreen Lancaster.
Doreen Lancaster's disdainful expression pierced Cynthia's heart sharply with pain. Her mother had once been a dancer in a nightclub, and in a similar setting, one dance had captured the heart of William S. Lancaster, leading to a life filled with scandal, to the point where she couldn't even see the person she loved most for the last time.
She could never forget how Grace Lancaster and Doreen Lancaster had coldly mocked her mother when she was a child. Though William S. Lancaster had warned them repeatedly, they continued to speak cruelly whenever he wasn't around.
Now, she was actually somewhat grateful for the cold mockery she had endured as a child, which had hardened her heart and made it numb to such things. So, in the face of this scene, she didn't show much emotion.
She glanced at the man sitting next to Doreen Lancaster. He had a faint smile on his lips, coldly watching as Doreen Lancaster mocked her. With a calm expression, she placed the drink in front of them.
"Enjoy," she said, and then turned to leave.
Seeing her reaction, Albert Wilson said nothing. Doreen Lancaster grew even more arrogant.
"Little sister, could you open the bottle for us? You see, both of us are busy, so we don't have time to open it, right, Vice President?"
With that, she pressed her soft chest against his lean torso. Hmph, she had already known that this shriveled woman couldn't keep him. It was evident now. And the fact that she worked in such a place made him probably even more disgusted with her.
He merely smiled without speaking, his dark eyes watching her quietly, then responded to Doreen Lancaster's invitation with action. His large hand slid into Doreen Lancaster's clothes, boldly covering her round chest, even kneading it lewdly. Through the thin fabric, Cynthia could see every move his hand made.
Doreen Lancaster responded enthusiastically, her seductive eyes defiantly meeting Cynthia's. Her bright red lips let out an ambiguous, passionate moan. In no time, she had climbed onto his lap, positioning her full figure right in front of him.
Doreen Lancaster was on the verge of losing control. She had long desired this man, and tonight, he had finally come to her, eagerly responding to her advances. Though he had hinted at something before, he had never actually come to her, and she had never dared approach him. She had heard that the consequences of angering him were unimaginable.
Just as a fiery and passionate scene was about to unfold, she spoke up coolly.
"Please wait a moment, I'll go get the glasses."
They were shamelessly going at it, and she didn't want to watch, afraid that it would dirty her eyes.
Without waiting for permission from the two of them, she stepped out, took out her phone, and sent a text to Bonnie. Bonnie had recently started an internship at a magazine, covering entertainment news.
"'Vice President Wilson and supermodel Doreen Lancaster's late-night tryst at a bar'—such explosive gossip is sure to make her an overnight sensation," Cynthia thought to herself, a small smile forming at the thought of how excited Bonnie would be when she received the news.
As expected, it wasn't long before Bonnie hurriedly appeared at the bar with her camera. Though Bonnie hadn't been publicly acknowledged by the Laurence family, her father, Robin Laurence, had made sure to let his people know to treat her with special attention. Because of this, everyone showed her a bit of deference and caution.
Robin Laurence currently had two children: a son, Carl Laurence, who was also well-known in the city and was about to take over the family business, and a daughter, Laurence Duoduo, who was infamous for her spoiled, arrogant behavior.
Bonnie, however, was an unrecognized figure. Though the family hadn't publicly acknowledged her, many people knew about her background. Robin Laurence had kept it private mainly out of respect for his wife's feelings, as Wilson was wary of offending her.
Bonnie found Cynthia outside the private room and hesitated before asking,
"Cynthia, isn't it bad for you if this news breaks? One's your husband, and the other's Doreen..."
Cynthia just smiled indifferently,
"Oh, Bonnie, think about it. They're both people who are doing everything they can to hurt me!"
Doreen Lancaster, fully aware that the man she was flirting with was her husband, still shamelessly pursued him. It was clear she was trying to make Cynthia's life miserable. And as for Wilson, appearing here with Doreen Lancaster, it was no different from wanting to embarrass her. Since they had both been so heartless and showed no regard for Wilson's feelings, why should she care?
Bonnie giggled and covered her mouth,
"Cynthia, you're right—women's hearts can be so ruthless! Hehe, but with this juicy scoop, I wonder if those old hags in the company will still dare to mess with me!"
Cynthia couldn't help but smile at Bonnie's small sense of triumph. After laughing together, they exchanged a knowing glance and nodded in agreement. Cynthia gently pushed open the door, deliberately leaving a small crack, and Bonnie, following behind, aimed her camera inside.
The passionate scene inside was still burning hot, and even though Cynthia entered, it didn't stop. In fact, it seemed to intensify. Doreen Lancaster's clothes were nearly gone, and Albert Wilson's shirt buttons were undone halfway. Cynthia walked up to the table and opened the bottle of wine without a care.
"Please enjoy," she said indifferently, before turning to leave.
"Stop!"
Her indifference made Albert Wilson's cold, emotionless gaze flicker with anger. He shoved Doreen Lancaster off him, and she fell into a sitting position beside him, her face turned toward the door. Cynthia, without showing any emotion, subtly moved to the side to avoid blocking Bonnie's camera shot.
Before Albert Wilson could say anything, a flash of bright magnesium light suddenly burst from in front of her. Doreen Lancaster screamed in surprise and hastily tried to adjust her clothes. Albert Wilson jumped out of his seat and rushed toward the door like a gust of wind, passing right in front of Cynthia. She could hear his low curse as he rushed out:
"SHIT!"
By the time Albert Wilson rushed out, Bonnie had already disappeared without a trace. This was her family's bar, so she could easily find somewhere to hide. However, she didn't even need to hide. She just needed to carry herself like the boss's daughter and act the part. After all, no one had noticed the camera when she entered earlier.
Albert Wilson, furious, immediately called for the bar manager. The manager, confused, didn't know what was happening. Their security had already stopped the reporters, so it was impossible for them to have gotten in. He never expected the trick had been pulled by the boss's own daughter.
Cynthia stood quietly in the corner of the room, her head lowered, observing without showing her feelings. Her ears rang with the sound of Doreen Lancaster's panicked sobs, Albert Wilson's angry curses, and the bar manager repeatedly apologizing. In her heart, Cynthia couldn't help but mock them.
Doreen Lancaster, didn't you always want to steal him away? But this time, you might not get what you want!
Doreen Lancaster's beautiful face was now drenched in tears. Her agent had just arrived. Although she didn't mind the scandal with Vice President Wilson, the photo taken was too revealing. She was only wearing a bra, and it appeared to be half undone, leaving her exposed. The picture was comparable to a scandalous leaked photo. Her modeling career was at its peak, and she didn't want this image to ruin everything.
What no one expected was that the true mastermind behind this whole incident was actually in the room, casually texting Bonnie on her phone.
