Chapter 834
Chapter 834:
Heather forced herself to look up, her vision swimming. “Who are you? Get out p>
“Are you sure you want me to leave?” he replied smoothly. “Who’s going to help you if I do?” His gaze swept over her as he studied her more closely.
Heather’s small frame and delicate features gave her an air of refined beauty. The man’s grin widened as he moved closer, his expression turning leering. He hauled her upright and sat her on the sofa, looking her over with blatant intent.
“Don’t worry, Miss. I’ll take care of you,” he said, reaching toward her.
“Let me go, you bastard!” Heather snapped, clinging to the last shreds of clarity she had as she tried to shove him away.
She was the firstborn daughter of the Norman family. She couldn’t let a man like this touch her, not like this.
Yet the drug coursing through her body muddled everything, turning panic into a sickening confusion. Her skin felt too hot, her thoughts slippery and fractured, as if she couldn’t fully control herself.
When Bella decided the timing was right, she called Hooper, Brock, and the reporters she had summoned to the lounge on the second floor.
The more people who “witnessed” Heather with Rupert, the bigger the scandal would be, and the harder it would be for Rupert to escape it. The reporters were eager, crowding in with excited whispers as they waited to see the supposed proof.
They already had a headline ready.
“Breaking News: Heather Norman and Rupert Benton were caught on the couch p>
Rupert, in particular, had been at the center of countless scandals lately. First, he had sparked a clash between Candace and Annabel. Then came the sudden twist—Heather appeared out of nowhere and seemed to come out on top. Terrified of missing the next big story, the reporters rushed to the lounge on the second floor.
“It’s this one!” One reporter double-checked the room number before pushing the door open.
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Everyone froze at the scene inside.
Heather was sprawled on the couch, her clothes in disarray, kissing a man with alarming intensity.
But the man leaning over her wasn’t Rupert.
The door creaked, and the man jolted in shock. When he twisted around, he found a swarm of reporters crowded in, cameras raised.
“What are you doing?” he shouted, scrambling to cover himself.
The reporters exchanged uneasy looks. This didn’t match the anonymous tip at all. According to the message, Rupert and Heather were supposed to be together in this lounge—yet Rupert was nowhere to be seen.
And who was this blond man?
Still, even if Rupert wasn’t here, Heather was. That alone was enough to make headlines. They had just caught Heather Norman—the eldest daughter of the Norman family—in a compromising situation with a stranger during the Norman Group’s anniversary party.
In an instant, the reporters surged forward, firing questions at her.
“Miss Norman, is he your lover p>
“How long have you been together p>