Chapter 1162
Chapter 1162:
Then Annabel and Herman went to the hotel’s front desk to check in. Herman deliberately wrapped an arm around Annabel’s waist while Annabel pretended to be drunk, her head resting on his shoulder.
As soon as they entered the elevator, a woman sitting on a corner sofa in the lobby—wearing a hat and sunglasses—lowered the magazine in her hands, stood up, and walked out.
After she left the hotel lobby, she walked a short distance before taking off her sunglasses.
It was Heather.
She pulled out her phone and sent a message to someone: “Room 302, Crane Hotel. The future wife of Benton Group’s CEO is having sex with a stranger. Come here now p>
She was messaging a reporter from an online media outlet. Heather expected the reporter to spread news of Annabel’s “infidelity.” It would be a devastating blow to Annabel.
If word got out that Mr. Benton’s future wife and the CEO of Star Entertainment was a frivolous woman, Annabel would lose all credibility in the public eye—and she would be despised by everyone.
Heather moved farther away from the hotel so no one would recognize her.
About half an hour later, several reporters rushed into the hotel. When they saw Heather, they crowded around her and asked excitedly, “Miss Norman, is what you said true? Today is our day off, but we still came after you tipped us off. This better not be a hoax p>
The reporters’ doubt irritated Heather. She clicked her tongue impatiently. “Have I ever given you fake news? I saw it with my own eyes. If you want to end this month on a high note and get a raise, come upstairs with me p>
Her words completely reassured the journalists. They took the elevator to the third floor, eager to catch Annabel in the act.
Heather tiptoed to Room 302. Using the key card she had specially obtained from the front desk, she opened the door.
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The moment it swung open, the reporters rushed in and began snapping photos.
There was indeed a man and a woman on the bed, locked in an unmistakably intimate position. The woman was Annabel, and the man…
“Who allowed you to come in p>
A deep, furious voice rang out.
The reporters froze and immediately lowered their cameras.
It was Rupert.
Of course they recognized his voice.
Heather stood behind a reporter, watching the bedroom through a narrow gap. For a few seconds, she smiled, certain her plan had worked. But the instant she heard the man’s angry voice, the joy drained from her face. She stiffened, then instinctively shoved the reporters in front of her and stepped forward to see more clearly.
With disbelief written all over her face, Heather stared at the man on the bed.
It really was Rupert.