Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 99

Chapter 99:

“I’m sorry,” Eileen quickly said, noticing she had accidentally stained the man’s suit pants with the mop water.

“It’s no trouble,” the man responded with a smile.

Looking up, Eileen saw the man was in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and giving her a slightly unsettling look.

Eileen wasn’t in the typical staff uniform yet, as it was her first day here.

Today, she was wearing her usual professional attire—a knee-length dress that modestly reached her knees but had hitched up slightly when she bent over the bucket.

Frowning slightly, she thought about excusing herself, but the man continued the conversation.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” he said.

After a brief pause, he inquired further, “Are you Eileen Curtis, the employee who has just been transferred here?”

“That’s correct,” Eileen replied, guessing the man must be from the mall management.

Straightening his posture, the man introduced himself, “I’m the floor manager on this level, Atley Marshall.”

Every employee of the mall was supposed to send their resumes to the headquarters, so Eileen had a vague recollection of a man named Atley Marshall.

He had managed to get the general manager position at Vicin Mall just a year ago.

Politely nodding, Eileen responded, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Marshall.”

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Atley smiled again. “I heard about your transfer from headquarters. I know Mr. Ferguson from the personnel department quite well. Do you know him?”

“I do,” Eileen answered succinctly.

Noticing her reserved demeanor, Atley decided not to prolong the conversation. “Well, you can carry on with your work.”

Eileen quickly moved on, feeling Atley’s gaze linger on her as she left.

As a newcomer here, Eileen was relegated to the more mundane tasks, such as organizing the warehouse.

Throughout the entire day, she never got the opportunity to engage with any customers at the store.

Her schedule was so packed that she found herself too preoccupied to even think about Bryan.

As her workday concluded, the sky had darkened.

Feeling exhausted, Eileen sat down by the hot spring pool outside the shopping mall, craving a brief escape from the daily demands. The evening air was brisk, prompting her to pull her coat tighter around herself.

After a while, she stood up and headed towards the bus stop.

A sleek black car suddenly pulled up beside her; the window rolled down halfway to reveal Atley inside. “Are you on your way home? I can give you a lift,” he said.

thank you, Mr. Marshall. I can manage on my own,” Eileen replied with a polite

the streetlamp, her elongated shadow cast on the ground, her elegant black cashmere coat hugging her figure

of distinctiveness that left Atley feeling somewhat

moment’s reflection, Atley pulled out his phone and called Marcus Ferguson, the

Ferguson, I’ve got a new staff member on the eighth floor, Eileen Curtis. Could you share some information about her? I assure you, it stays between us. The thing is, I’ve

“Please. I promise nobody will hear this. I really want to know more about

in his car. He watched as Eileen boarded the bus and left, fighting the urge to follow her, curious to

was the first time he had witnessed such

bus snaked its way through the city, the glare of numerous streetlights danced across Eileen’s eyes. She bowed

time. She quickly noticed updates from Vivian

of her dining and shopping with Bryan. Most of

it

likes populated the page, many from the

noticeable. They were simple, yet Eileen could see the ingratiating

in the office, Judie appeared to be the most delighted since she didn’t have to resign

to revel in the attention, responding cheerfully to each

Bryan himself had not engaged with any of Vivian’s posts.

her phone. She closed her eyes, trying to find some peace and rest, yet the persistent image of Bryan lingered in her thoughts, refusing

Raymond swung open the door as Bryan alighted from the car, his stride into the villa both assured

on Bryan and asked with

had consented to the divorce

Vivian can do whatever pleases you. It’s interesting to see who breaks first. The media’s already painting Vivian as a mistress nonstop. It’s unlikely

a dismissive sneer, maintaining an impressive façade

offered a smile, replying lightly, “As long as it

a sharp

the one who appointed Raymond as Bryan’s assistant, and now she felt

nonchalant shrug and said, “She’s now working as a sales associate. I’m not sure of her precise

malls and hotels, making it a difficult task for

her cup down hard and commanded, “I

and leaving the room

departed, Stella’s expression was one of vexed contemplation. She considered two possibilities: either Bryan was indifferent towards Eileen, or

the Dawson Mansion after dinner; he left

noticed Raymond’s vehicle shadowing him. A grimace

around the city center before returning to Oak Villas. Climbing the stairs to the second floor, he saw

whereabouts. “Mr. Dawson is at Oak Villas. He hasn’t gone anywhere else. I’m keeping an

the sweat from his forehead,

slipping surveillance was

Stella, Raymond found himself compromising to maintain

effort to shake him off, Raymond could manage to keep Eileen’s whereabouts

days, arriving early and departing late, yet she had not completed any

to measurements and minor tasks, which left her no chance to directly interact

main goal for the week was to evaluate the personalities of her colleagues,

Saturday morning, without the luxury of a lie-in, she rose early and made her way to the Clarkson family’s residence, carrying her textbooks. As she left her neighborhood, she

Through the

debated whether to approach the vehicle, remaining

the horn