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.

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

streaming platform. The moment the homepage loaded, it was flooded with promotions for Wellness Pioneers. He barely had

and again—until there was no room left

It was her.

for how he should approach her tomorrow. He had no idea what

tonight. All he could

...

next day, Suzanne arrived at the office as usual. She headed straight to the design department after clocking in. But the

wore anxious expressions, as if terrified

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

who had mistreated Suzanne before were imagining the worst-case scenarios, and their faces

remained indifferent. Their reactions didn't interest her in the slightest. She simply walked over

now found small snacks and a freshly brewed cup of coffee, steam still

across the room before

looked like a deer

jumper dress-tilted her head and beamed at her. "Good morning, Ms. Yates! I made this coffee

flicked to the small teddy bear clipped to Macey's dress, its round face frozen in a dopey grin. The corner of her lips lifted slightly. "Thank you," she