Chapter 167


    Chapter 167


    She was probably giving Hogan a heads-up not to stick his nose into my business.


    Hogan gently patted Cecilia’s hand, seemingly to calm her, then stood up and said seriously, “It wasn’t Ms. March. At the time the


    janitor mentioned, | was discussing work with Ms. March at the hotel.”


    As soon as he said this, the expressions on everyone''s faces were all over the map, with a few murmurs of pity here and there.


    Makes sense, though. Cecilia, his main squeeze, was right there, and Hogan was straight-up telling everyone he was at the


    hotelte at night talking shop with me. Wasn''t that just asking for people to get the wrong idea?


    Smart guy like Hogan, no way he didn’t get that. But why on earth would he drop a bombshell like that to get me out of a tight


    spot in front of everyone?


    Get me out of a tight spot? Nah, Hogan was not the type to y the hero without a


    reason.


    “Mr. Zade, | know you and Ms. March are tight,” Shirley''s brows were all knotted up, “but this is no joking matter.”


    Shirley shot a nce my way and said, “Talking work, and it has to be at the hotelte at night? Ms. March sure knows how to


    pick her moments.”


    With that snide tone, Shirley was this close to using me in front of everyone of fooling around with someone else’s man.


    And then there was Cecilia, looking all droopy-faced, eyes downcast, lips bitten, the very picture of someone who''s been


    wronged.


    “President Stapleton, if | were you, I’d put on my thinking cap,” Hogan piped up again, his slender index finger tapping at his


    temple, “and really ponder who’s got nothing better to do than to y this kind of prank on you.”


    Shirley was suddenly at a loss for words, stuttering “Of course I''ll get to the bottom of it.”


    Next thing I know, | hear Sean’s voice boom out, “Spill it. If you don’te clean with everyone today, do you think | won’t have


    someone rip out your tongue?”


    Scared out of her wits by this threat, the janitor dropped to her knees with a thud, blurting out in a panic, ‘I''ll tell, I''ll tell


    everything!”


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    Chapter 167


    ording to the janitor, she found a letter in her locker yesterday afternoon instructing her to pass a message to Shirley and to


    fake it as if it came from me.


    Oh, and there was a photo of me in the letter.


    Acandid shot from a regr workday.


    At that moment, my heart sank to the ocean floor.


    Acandid workday shot, how could anyone have that unless they knew me well?


    But with how things have escted, | guess no one was likely to care about the innocence of little ol’ me anymore.


    “Seems like we won''t be turning things around tonight,” that deep voice rang out again, Hogan was already on his feet, “Mr.


    Abbott, President Stapleton, let’s catch up some other time.”


    Sean must''ve felt he couldn’t save face, kept apologizing and offered to walk Hogan and Cecilia out.


    Shirley just stood there with a stony face, not uttering another word.


    Just as | was figuring out how to make my exit, Hogan suddenly asks, “Ms. March, aren''t you leaving?”This content is ? N?velDrama.Org.


    | didn’t see that oneing. | nced at Timothy by my side, but before | could say anything, Timothy said, “Ms. March is my


    guest, so there’s no need for you to worry, Mr. Zade.”


    Hogan paused, gave me a fleeting look, and then said, “Ms. March, don’t forget to catch up onst night’s work.”