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.

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

streaming platform. The moment the homepage loaded, it was flooded with promotions

intently-again and again—until there was no room

It was her.

his chair, racking his brain for how he should approach her tomorrow. He had no idea what

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

...

department after clocking in. But the moment she stepped inside, she sensed something was off. The

her rudely now wore

who she really was, they understood just how much influence Jane

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

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

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

the room before settling

back instantly, her face going ghostly white. She looked like a deer caught in headlights as guilt was written all

denim jumper dress-tilted her head and beamed at her. "Good morning, Ms.

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