Chapter 349 Tarnishing Mr. Middleton’s Reputation.


    The setary lowered her head as she handed over the bag. “Mr. Undvike.”


    “Thanks for your hand work I’ll give <b>you </b>a false next <b>year</b><b>,</b>” Es sald. After taking the bag from the secretary, he closed the door. The living room was dimly lit <b>by </b>aring of recessed lights. Es found Ashley’s bag tossed on the sofa.


    She often brought work home and visually took her bag to the study to lock in the safe. However, tonight was different. The moment she walked in, he pulled her into a passionate kiss. They lost themselves in the beat of the moment, shedding house and leaving her bag forgotten on the couch.


    their clothes as they moved through the


    Es nced upstairs. After confirming no one was there, he opened Ashley’s bag and found a box of pills. The blister pack had two rows already empty


    He retrieved a blister pack from the bag and popped out two rows of pills to match Ashley’s. After ensuring they looked identical, he ced them back in Ashley’s <b>box</b>


    With a satisfied smile, Elias put the bag back. He picked up the clothes scattered on the flour as he walked upstairs. After tossing them into theundry basket, he climbed into bed. Then, he wrapped his anns <b>and </b>Ashley and drifted off to sleep.


    Meanwhile, in Weston, Emelie felt exhausted and decided to soak in <b>a </b>bath


    She was so tired <b>that </b>she fell asleep in the tub.


    When she <b>was </b>jolted awake by the doorbell, Emelle realized the bathwater had turned cold.


    She dried off, put on her pajamas, and strattled to the door. Through the smart video doorbell, she saw William standing outside.


    She hesitated about whether she should open the door. Eventually, she potion <b>a </b>jacket, zipped it up to her chin, and then opened the door a crack


    “Mr. Middleton, what can I do for you?”


    William looked up and noticed how she clutched the door, as if <b>ready </b>to stam it shot if needed. He smirked and held up a food container.


    ““You haven’t had dinner yet, have you?“”


    Emelle stared at him in disbelief. She was genuinely surprised that he hade to deliver food to her<b>. </b>This was unlike William. He was usually the one being served, not the other <b>way </b>around.


    “Thank you, Mr. Middleton,” she <b>said</b>, reaching for the container, But William didn’t let go. She looked at him in


    “I haven’t eaten yet either,” he said, implying he <b>wanted </b>to join her.


    Emelie quickly withdrew her hand. “I’m not really hungry. You should take it back to your room and <b>eat</b>.”


    confusion.


    William noticed her damp hair and guessed she had just bathed. Her face was <b>pale </b>and wless, like a finely carved statue, His voice deepened. “Are you really so wary of me that you won’t even let me in?”


    Emelie responded softly, “Mr. Middleton, it’ste. It wouldn’t be proper focus to be alone together. I wouldn’t want to damage your reputation.”


    William thought she was quite adept at speaking <b>in </b>riddles. Just as he was about <b>to </b>say something, Emelie’s phone rang.


    The hotel corridor was eerily quiet, making her ringtone sound harsh and out of ce. Emelie quickly retrieved her phone from her coat pocket.


    William nced down and saw the caller ID. It was Charles.


    “Is it appropriate for a man to call you sote?” William <b>coldly </b>asked.


    Emelie replied, “Mr. Davis is probably calling about Elena’s matter. It’s not personal”


    William raised his chin slightly. “Then answer it on speaker. I want to listen too.”Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    His tone was usatory<b>, </b>almost as if he <b>was </b>catching her red-handed.


    Emelie wanted to shut the door, but William anticipated her move. He promptly ced a three–tiered mahogany food box in the doorway to block her ext. If she tried to close the door forcefully, she would knock over the food box


    Emelle was speechless. She had nothing to hide.


    Emelie answered the phone and tumed on the speakerphone. “Mr. Davis?”


    Chaill outside as the faint sound of wind <b>was </b>audible in the background.


    “Ms. Hoven, are you still awake? I wanted <b>to </b>speak with you. Please don’t worry; I believe it’s not your fault. Elena must have been under a lot of stress to <b>behave </b>like that. Please don’t take it personally”


    Emelle responded, “It’s no big deal, Mr. Davis. I understand Ms. Allen’s feelings. Please spend more time with her and offer her <b>guidance</b>. This will pass.”


    Charles rubbed his nose and added<b>, </b>“I’m investigating this matter. We’ll uncover the truth, give Elena justice, and <b>clear </b>your name.”


    “The police will also investigate and clear my name. “


    Emelie believed innocence speaks for itself, but Charles’s next question caught her off guard.


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    Unexpectedly, Chades mentioned Willum. She attempted to mute the speaker, but William’s grip on her arm prevented her.


    Hishold won’t forceful, yet it effectively restrained her. She had no choice but to continue listening.


    Cuales saldamestly, “There’s usually a reason for unsul events. He never helped you beton, but now he does, it’s quite suspicious.


    William smirked coldly in response.


    Charles listened intently, “Is someone with you?”