Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 274

Henry did his best to keep things vague, careful not to say too much and

accidentally let something slip. The last thing he wanted was for Grayson to pick up on anything unusual.

Sensing his reluctance, Grayson assumed he simply didn't want to talk further. So, he let the matter of Jane drop and shifted the conversation back to business.

Two hours later, the dinner finally came to an end.

As soon as Grayson stepped out and the private dining room door shut behind him, Henry's polite smile vanished. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Suzanne's number, but there was no answer.

His anxiety spiked. He tried again and again, but every call went unanswered.

Clenching his phone, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it! Why isn't she picking up?"

Ever since Suzanne moved out, he had no idea where she was staying. It left him completely powerless.

If she had just told him about her status earlier, the company wouldn't be stuck in place. They could have soared to new heights by now.

Henry slammed his phone onto the table and let out a heavy sigh.

the office tomorrow and talk to her in person. But still, he doubted that Suzanne was Jane. Even

homepage loaded, it was flooded with promotions for Wellness Pioneers.

video, he watched intently-again and again—until

It was her.

into his chair, racking his brain for how he should approach her

nothing else he could do tonight. All he could do was go home

...

day, Suzanne arrived at the office as usual. She headed straight to the design department after clocking in. But the moment she stepped inside, she sensed something was off. The air

her rudely now wore

knew who she really was, they understood just how much influence Jane wielded. If Suzanne wanted to ruin

Suzanne before were imagining the worst-case scenarios, and their

remained indifferent. Their reactions didn't interest her in

once been clean and orderly, she now found small snacks and

gaze swept across the

white. She looked like a deer caught in headlights as guilt was written

Macey-dressed in a soft pink denim jumper dress-tilted her head and beamed at her. "Good morning, Ms.

bear clipped to Macey's dress, its round face frozen in a