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.

her face remained composed. She handed the phone back to Shirley, her tone even. "You

tried to convince herself

reaction. "Effie, how can you not be interested at all? Mr. Etheridge is our boss—his scandals are practically front-

Gossip is

came home last night and

Was that how he got her scent on

wasn't going to join in the speculation,

her go, quietly exhaling-but her mind was a mess of

She and Lyman were married now. More

in some secret web

Isabel's initial jewelry designs had just come in; she needed to review them one more time and

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

up. "What's going

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