At Jonathan’s words, Credence’s gaze sharpened. He immediately released Dorothy from his embrace and straightened up. He headed outwards, past the balcony, then asked with a poker face, “What’s Rosalie done this time?”
“I can’t really make it clear to you right now, but basically she’s made up some rumours about Dorothy and used her mother in the process, saying some crap about ‘like mother, like daughter’. You know, since her mother’s so dirty, that she can’t be better off.”
“Just go online and see it for yourself.”
Credence pulled out a cigarette and lit it up before taking a few puffs. He said seriously, “Okay, got it.”
After that, he hung up the phone and scrolled through the headlines with a cold expression.
However, when he saw the vulgar, cheap clickbait titles, his narrowed eyes turned ruthless and cold.
The first video was one of Dorothy and Leilani’s reunion.
It had happened just this morning, and it’d already cooked up such a storm. What did this mean?
It meant that some people with malicious intents had snuck into the hotel and used various instruments to record the whole event.
After that, they probably cropped a short clip and sent it to various gossip websites for the whole world to see, leading to a huge commotion.
What followed after the video of the mother-daughter reunion was a list of everything that Leilani had done, from drinking with various men to being their mistresses. All the dirt that Leilani had was dug up.
After that were various intimate photos of Dorothy and Juelz, and it even had that photo from six or seven years ago that insinuated that they had slept together. It was making Dorothy out to be just as dirty as Leilani was.
There were even videos alleging that Dorothy had slept around with various men in Monticello, around fifty or sixty of them.
A dark-haired, dark-eyed Dorothy giving birth to a blond hair and blue-eyed daughter was the biggest proof of her promiscuous love affairs.
After returning to Talco City, not only had Dorothy gotten tangled up with the president of Scott Group, Credence, she’d also been intimate with J&D Group’s president, Juelz. She was a typical cheating sl*t.
Wave after wave of news had poured in, starting from this afternoon.
A number of girls had even set up a fanclub for Credence, their hearts surging with pity for him. At the same time, they also attacked Dorothy with their keyboards, cursing and swearing at her.
An influential website even posted proof of Dorothy’s infidelity: photos of her and Juelz enjoying an intimate meal and sharing a kiss at the hospital, cementing the rumours of her cheating on Credence!
After going through everything, Credence stayed unmoving, but his handsome face was frosty, and his eyes were filled with malice.
It was out of his expectation, that they’d even managed to get a photo of Juelz kissing Dorothy.
It seemed like there was a mole in his squad.
It all pointed to Rosalie, but she didn’t yet have the ability to stretch her hands into this hospital.
After all, after Belle’s kidnapping, Credence had learnt his lesson and asked Benjamin to spare no expense in hiring numerous bodyguards to guard the hospital round the clock to ensure both Belle and Dorothy’s safety.
It was highly likely for Rosalie’s backer to be the one who did this.
The coldness in Credence’s eyes faded slightly as he focused on the clip of Juelz kissing Dorothy.
Luckily, only her back and side profile could be seen.
At this moment, the most important thing to do was figure out Rosalie’s motive.
As a result of drinking too much tea, Dorothy had to go to the washroom. On her way there, she saw Credence standing about a meter from the washroom, his face frosty, like something bad had happened. She couldn’t help frowning and asking, “Credence, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“Yes, something tricky’s come up. I have to go back to the company, so I probably won’t be able to get back here on time to sleep with you. Take care of yourself when I’m not around, and Belle as well.”
“Call me if you need anything, and keep your phone on at all times.”
Dorothy’s blood started to boil. She felt like he was keeping his problems from her again, so she said petulantly, “It’s not like I’m stopping you or anything.”
He was such a chauvinistic man!
Credence stopped talking and looked at her for a few seconds, before placing a hand on her small waist, pinching it, then trailing it downwards to her perky butt. He smacked her, then narrowed his eyes and smiled in a rascally way. “You’re such a troublemaker, you vixen.”
Dorothy’s anger flared. She’d been pinched, smacked, and called a vixen. “Credence, have you lost your mind? What do I have to do with something going wrong at your company?”
She subconsciously thought that he was in a bad mood because of his company’s problems. She had never thought that it would be because of her.
Her face turned pink because of her anger, making her look especially attractive and seductive in Credence’s eyes.
His heart burned with desire, and he felt a strong urge to f*ck her hard right there and then to show her the consequences of challenging a man’s authority.
He was just about to step towards Dorothy to put his thoughts into action when his phone rang again.
It rang for a long time.
He took a glance at his phone. Marvin was the one calling this time.
Credence’s gaze landed on Dorothy’s flushed face, then said calmly, “Something’s come up. I have to go.”
He would let her go this time, but he would come back to her once he was done.
…
A little over an hour later, Credence strode into his private office. He’d just sat down in the black leather chair when Benjamin, Jonathan and Marvin walked in.
They looked at each other when they saw Credence’s thunderous face. In the end, Marvin, who was able to withstand Credence’s fury, spoke first.
He walked over to Credence and swept a gaze over him. He said, “Credence, based on what I’ve found out from Jenciga, Rosalie probably has two people backing her.”
“Our latest intel has tentatively determined one of them to be a ruthless, sly, skilled woman. You’ve come into contact with her before as well, during your days training at the special forces.”