Florence was knocked down to the ground by Patrick, her entire body feeble and weak, unable to get up no matter how hard she tried.
Just then, the door to the lounge opened once more, and in walked a man wearing a floral shirt with dyed blond hair.
“Miss, did you ask for me to keep you company?” The man was a host from the nightclub, specially arranged by Morton.
Florence laboriously lifted her head to glance at him. “Who are you? Get out…”
“Miss, would you bear to let me go? If I leave, who will be here to entertain you?” The man in the floral shirt’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Florence.
This woman, with her delicate skin, slender figure, and noble charm, was truly an extraordinary beauty!
He eagerly helped Florence up and placed her on the sofa, surveying her from head to toe, his eyes filled with desire.
“Miss, a moment of springtime joy is worth a fortune. Rest assured, I guarantee to satisfy you!” The man in the floral shirt said as he reached to undo Florence’s clothes, his large hands caressing her body.
“You, let go of me!” The remaining shreds of Florence’s rationality made her want to push the man in front of her away.
She was the esteemed Miss Doyle of the Doyle family. How could she possibly lose her purity to a man like this!
Yet, she was feeling truly distressed now and craved a man’s touch immensely. The places on her body that the man had touched felt like they were on fire.
Florence couldn’t hold back any longer and reached out to encircle the man’s neck…
Meanwhile, Erica checked the time and figured it was about time. She discreetly informed the reporters to head to the lounge on the second floor, and also called for Peter and Old Doyle to come over.
The more people who witnessed Florence and Patrick’s liaison, the bigger the scandal would be, and the more Patrick would be unable to shirk responsibility.
The reporters, upon receiving the news, were all thrilled.
Mr. Pansy and the esteemed Miss Doyle of the Doyle family were heating things up in the lounge – now that was some explosively sensational news!
Especially considering Patrick was the recent center of many scandals, with Jane and Candice at odds. Now, halfway through, a Florence appeared, seemingly the ultimate chosen one. That would certainly grab everyone’s attention!
The reporters rushed to the entrance of the lounge on the second floor, afraid of missing out on anything.
“Here it is!” a reporter checked the doorplate and barged in.
Inside the lounge, it was indeed a picturesque scene.
Florence, with her shoulders half-bared, lay on the sofa, engaged in a passionate kiss with a man. However…
The man leaning over Florence was not Patrick, and he had yellow hair.
Hearing the commotion, the man was somewhat surprised, turning around to see many reporters entering with cameras and recording equipment.
“What are you all doing?” The man was startled by the scene and quickly put on his clothes.
The reporters looked at each other in confusion. Why was this so different from the anonymous tip they had received? Clearly, someone had anonymously leaked that it was Patrick and Florence inside the lounge, so why was there no sign of Patrick? And where did this man with yellow hair come from?
Nevertheless, even without Patrick, Florence was undeniably present.
At the Doyle Group’s 50th-anniversary banquet, the esteemed Miss Doyle of the Doyle family was engaging in a passionate affair with a stranger in the lounge. That was also incredibly scandalous!
The reporters crowded around, looking at the disheveled Florence, bombarding her with excited questions.
“Miss Doyle, is this man your boyfriend?”
“Miss Doyle, how long have you been together? When do you plan to make your relationship public?”
Florence snapped out of it, quickly grabbing her clothes to cover herself. “All of you, get out, I don’t know him!”
“Miss Doyle, you don’t know him? Then why were you here at the Doyle Group’s 50th-anniversary celebration, being intimate with him in here?” The reporters persisted.
Peter and Old Doyle, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, were almost appalled.
Old Doyle walked straight up and slapped the man with yellow hair in the face. “Get out!”
They had received an anonymous message saying that Florence was feeling unwell and was in the lounge on the second floor, asking them to come and see her. They never expected to see such a disgraceful scene.
Peter’s brows furrowed as he took off his suit jacket to cover Florence. “What on earth is going on?”
“Brother, I’ve been set up!” Florence whimpered, unable to explain further.
Today’s events were originally orchestrated by her. She just hadn’t anticipated that even under the influence of drugs, Patrickwould still have the wherewithal to push her away and bring Morton to take him away. What’s worse, he had arranged for another man to come to her!
Now besieged by a horde of reporters, it was simply reaping what she had sown!
Florence’s only relief was that the reporters had arrived just in time, and she and the man had not gone further.
However, even so, her current disheveled state had been captured by the reporters, and her reputation was utterly tarnished!
“Such a disgrace! Such a disgrace!” Old Doyle stomped his foot, shouting at the reporters, “Out! Get out!”
Old Doyle’s authority was unquestionable, and the reporters left one by one, fearing to provoke him.
“Today’s events must not be leaked to anyone, or you’ll have to deal with me, Peter!” Peter’s voice was stern.
If today’s events made it to the media, Florence’s reputation would be completely ruined.
Once the reporters had left, Peter looked down at Florence, his tone unyielding. “What exactly happened?”
“I… I was drugged,” Florence gritted her teeth.
“We must investigate this thoroughly!” Old Doyle’s eyes blazed with fury. Who dared to drug his beloved granddaughter? Were they tired of living?
“Grandfather, forget it, I’m fine now,” Florence quickly grabbed Old Doyle’s hand, speaking in a low voice.
Florence feared being found out; everything was her own scheme. She had just miscalculated and fallen short!
“Grandfather, let me handle this,” Peter, noticing Florence’s unease, frowned. “The banquet is still ongoing. Grandfather, you should go attend to the guests.”
Old Doyle nodded and left the room.
“Florence, tell me the truth,” Peter’s gaze turned colder. “You know I will uncover the truth of this matter.”
“Brother, I… ” Under Peter’s stern gaze, Florence lowered her head. “I just wanted to be with Patrick.”
Recalling how Florence had urged him repeatedly to have Patrick attend the banquet, Peter pieced together the situation.
“This is unacceptable!” Peter’s face was filled with anger. “Florence, how could you do this?”
“Brother, I love him too much! I can’t bear to see him with another woman.” Florence’s eyes were red. “Brother, help me, you have to help me!”