Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 84

Chapter 84:

Upon hearing that, Eileen felt guilty. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Stella.

She feared that the mention of her sick mother would make Stella think of Bryan’s wife.

Vivian noticed Eileen’s expression. “Eileen, you’ve been with us long enough. Bryan has been fair to you, hasn’t he? We get where you’re coming from, but betraying the company? That’s a real disappointment.”

Jenna chimed in with a nod. “When Eileen became Mr. Dawson’s assistant, I thought it was too sudden. She isn’t fit for the position.”

Karla tightened her grip on Eileen’s wrist, whispering, “Eileen, come on. You need to speak up here.”

Her trust in Eileen was solid, unwavering.

With a newfound warmth blooming inside, Eileen couldn’t help but let a smile escape. She gestured to the document on the table. “I instructed Jenna to give this to Karla, so Jenna also had access to the document.”

“But you had sealed it before you gave it to me!” Jenna’s retort was swift. “You could just ask Karla. When Karla got hold of the paper bag, wasn’t the seal untouched?”

All eyes turned to Karla, waiting.

Karla paused, then gave a slow nod. “Right, the paper bag was unopened at that time.”

“Eileen, don’t think about pinning this on me,” Jenna said, her confidence unshaken.

Vivian was clearly pleased by the suspicion cast on Eileen. She rose to her and turned to Bryan. “Bryan, look.”

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A stern gaze from Stella stopped her mid-sentence, and she bowed her head to catch Stella’s frown.

Stella’s voice cut through, sharp as ever. “Are we going to go over this again? Why are you overstepping so much as only a secretary?”

Vivian’s cheeks lost color as she sank back into her chair.

Ignoring her, Eileen spoke up. “Mr. Dawson, I have evidence that the planning case has been tampered with.” She pulled out her phone with deliberate calm.

She flipped through her phone, stopped on a few photos, and handed her phone to Bryan. “I always snap a picture of the seal and the bag’s code. But the paper bag now is not the one I sealed before.”

Jenna must have opened the bag before and put the document into another bag with a new seal.

Jenna’s face lost all color.

Karla, relieved, turned to Jenna. “What did you do?”

“I’m innocent!” Jenna’s denial was fierce. “Mr. Dawson, Eileen’s spinning stories. She probably took a picture of a random sealed paper bag to pin the blame on me!”

Eileen stood firm before Bryan. “A quick look into the trash bins at the secretary’s desk should clear things up. That kraft paper bag Jenna had opened was likely still around, not yet disposed of. Or maybe Jenna hadn’t even thought to get rid of the evidence.”

Yet, she held her

phone. Their

out. Follow

broken confidentiality agreement. If word got

me another chance!” Jenna’s plea was desperate as

almost stumbled, but Bryan’s hand

herself and said, “Thank you,

Group and snagged the assistant role so fast. Had it not been for her, that could’ve been me! I messed up. Could

in the air,

without her, you

but

instructed, sinking into his chair, clearly signaling

out of the office, and Eileen

notifying HR. Then, she posted a carefully worded statement about the incident on the company’s

clock struck seven, a full hour beyond quitting time, when Eileen finished

intercom. “Get the car ready. We

swiftly, Eileen collected her things and descended to the parking garage. She drove the car to the company’s entrance, unexpectedly

observing as Vivian chatted with

Vivian helped Stella get

a note of nostalgia. “Mrs. Dawson, it’s been ages since I had the Dawson signature dish. Is the chef still the same after all these

slid towards Eileen, a silent brag in her

suggested a cozy evening ahead at

look at Bryan. “Mr. Dawson,

remains of his cigarette and

Eileen closed the door. Then, Eileen

dancing across Eileen’s face. But the beauty was short-lived as dark clouds gathered, promising a storm. Nightfall came

Eileen to turn on the

window, Eileen saw Bryan’s face mirrored briefly

slower pace. What was usually a forty-minute drive turned into an odyssey

glided into the Dawson Mansion’s garage. Jarred, the butler, was quick to help, his smile a welcome as he opened the door.

effort, Jarred and Vivian assisted Stella out of the car. Stella extended an invitation. “Seems I’ll be doing more than dining tonight. This rain isn’t letting up anytime

“It’s a downpour out there. These roads get tricky with the rain, and landslides are

have to stay here tonight. I hope that’s okay with

it. Let’s get inside,” Stella replied as she moved through

the door, watching the rain cascade down, a small frown creasing her

now, Mr. Dawson.” Her voice was soft and

Vivian, Eileen didn’t see the Dawson Mansion as a place

to rush off.

at the door, paused, casting a look back

a frown, Stella said, “Bryan, you sometimes

Eileen’s spirits

sparkled with a touch of triumph, her gaze on Eileen filled with condescension, as

pouring