Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 799:

Natalie stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Elyse stepped out, her face etched with distress. The reporters outside exchanged puzzled glances, confused as to why she was the only one to appear.

“Where is Natalie? Can we go in now?” one of them asked.

Elyse masked her irritation with a practiced smile. “They just have a few matters to settle. It won’t be long. Why don’t we wait a bit?”

The seasoned journalists immediately caught the underlying message. Only a few newcomers remained oblivious.

“How long is this going to take? Is Natalie in there alone with Linden? That guy gives off sleazy vibes. Are you really okay leaving your daughter alone with him?”

The words hung in the air like an ill-timed joke, and an awkward silence followed. A wave of embarrassment rippled through the group.

inside. On the surface, everyone appeared composed, but inside, they were reeling

really letting her daughter be taken advantage of by someone

the wealthy never failed to be

her. Linden was already sprawled across the bed, his shirt gone, his grin lazy and predatory as

I fell for you from the moment I saw you in college. But you never even looked my way. To me,

with his stubby hands, yanked away her towel, and ran his hands over her wildly. Natalie gasped, a shudder running through her

smug snort. “See? You act like you don’t want this, but your body

thrives

body quivered with embarrassment. Shame burned through her, yet she couldn’t resist the expert way Linden touched her. She shivered as he pressed her beneath him, her breath

helpless moan slipped from her lips, mortifying her to the core. If only the earth would open

corners of indulgence. Against his unyielding intensity, Natalie

Elyse stood stiffly by the door. To keep an eye on Daniela, he had booked this particular suite—one that was not soundproof. But now, with Linden’s crude words and Natalie’s muffled sounds seeping through the walls, a surge of fury twisted in Elyse’s chest. Her daughter, Natalie, as delicate

voice interrupted Elyse’s spiraling thoughts. “Excuse me.” A group of uniformed officers approached, their expressions stern as they flashed their badges. “What’s going on in here?”

Elyse stiffened. “Well—”

to push open the door, but panic flared in Elyse’s eyes as she quickly stepped in their way. “You can’t go in now!” If they stormed in now, the press would have a field day. If they caught Natalie in such a compromising position