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.

my own,” Eileen replied with a polite tone, continuing

the ground, her elegant black

of distinctiveness that left Atley feeling

reflection, Atley pulled out his phone and called Marcus Ferguson, the HR

the eighth floor, Eileen Curtis. Could you share some information about her? I assure you, it stays between us. The thing is, I’ve taken a

muttered a reply. Atley said, “Please. I promise nobody will hear this. I really want to know more

He watched as Eileen boarded the bus and

first time he had

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

had not been checking Instagram for quite some time. She quickly noticed updates from Vivian over the

feed was filled with images of her dining and shopping with Bryan. Most of

him, be it at a bar or in crowded

and likes populated the page, many from the

could see the ingratiating smile on Judie’s face

the office, Judie appeared to be the most delighted

revel in the

noted that Bryan himself had not engaged with

trying to find some

alighted

asked with a hint of provocation, “What’s the matter? No headlines with Vivian today to irritate

Bryan paused before going into the living room and seating himself next to Stella. “If you had consented to the divorce earlier, you wouldn’t have to be so bothered by that,” he said,

calm mockery. “In my mind, you and Vivian can do whatever pleases you. It’s interesting to see who breaks first. The media’s

with a dismissive sneer, maintaining an impressive façade of

lightly, “As long as

Stella asked. With a sharp glance, she added, “Even Raymond has been tight-lipped

appointed Raymond as Bryan’s assistant, and

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

of properties, including malls and hotels, making it a difficult task

slammed her cup down hard and commanded,

up and leaving the

She considered two possibilities: either Bryan was indifferent towards Eileen, or his feelings for Eileen were

not linger at the Dawson Mansion after dinner; he

while, he noticed Raymond’s vehicle shadowing him. A grimace crossed his face as he clenched his jaw in

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

phone, assured Stella of Bryan’s whereabouts. “Mr. Dawson is at Oak Villas. He hasn’t

ending the call, Raymond wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling

surveillance was

ongoing tension between Bryan and Stella, Raymond found himself compromising to maintain his

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

early and departing late, yet she had not

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

evaluate the personalities of her colleagues, Aniya and Essie, so she felt no

a lie-in, she rose early and made her way to the Clarkson family’s residence, carrying

Land Rover sat silently by the roadside. Through

to approach the vehicle,

the horn