Chapter 111

Effie's hand paused mid-motion. She looked up at Shirley and asked, "Really? How do you know that?"

The group had been chatting about office gossip just a moment ago. This must have been what they were whispering about.

After all, Lyman was the heir to the Etheridge Group, and Isabel was a well-known dancer. Both of them were headline material.

When Effie first heard the rumor, she felt a subtle pang of jealousy.

Shirley leaned in, dropping her voice conspiratorially. "Someone spotted Mr. Etheridge at Isabel's place yesterday afternoon. They were inside for ages, just the two of them. The photos are everywhere! Everyone's saying they must be together-just look online, it's blowing up!"

She fished out her phone, found a few blurry photos, and handed it to Effie.

In the photos, Lyman stood at Isabel's door while she answered, apparently in her pajamas. Their faces weren't clear, but the posture between them looked a little too intimate.

handed the phone back to Shirley, her tone even. "You know how these gossip stories are-half true, half made up. Best not to take them too

to convince herself

how can you not be interested at all? Mr. Etheridge is our boss—his

is just noise-listen if

recalled how, when Lyman came home last night and she'd leaned against his chest, she'd caught

Isabel's place? Was

wasn't going to join in the speculation, she wandered off, a bit

exhaling-but her mind was

She and Lyman

be caught in some secret web of lies.

Effie forced herself to focus and opened her laptop. Isabel's initial jewelry designs had just come in; she

at the Etheridge Group, Lyman was buried in paperwork when Luther

glancing up. "What's

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