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.

can manage on my own,” Eileen replied with a polite tone, continuing past the front of the

by the streetlamp, her elongated shadow cast on the ground, her elegant black

distinctiveness that left Atley

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

staff member on the eighth floor, Eileen Curtis. Could you share some information about her? I assure

reply. Atley said, “Please. I promise nobody will hear

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

was the first time he

streetlights danced across Eileen’s eyes. She bowed

quite some time. She quickly noticed updates from Vivian over the

shopping with Bryan. Most of these posts captured Bryan from the side or

be it at a bar or

of comments and likes populated the page, many from

noticeable. They were simple, yet Eileen could see the ingratiating smile on Judie’s face

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

the

not engaged with any of Vivian’s posts. His own Instagram account

her phone. She closed her eyes, trying to find some peace and rest, yet the persistent

Mansion, Raymond swung open the door as Bryan alighted from the

gaze on Bryan and asked with a hint of provocation, “What’s the

consented to the

and Vivian can do whatever pleases you. It’s

dismissive sneer, maintaining an impressive

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

Eileen?” Stella asked. With a sharp glance, she added,

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

nonchalant shrug and said, “She’s now working as a sales associate. I’m

including malls and hotels, making it a difficult task for Stella to pinpoint Eileen’s exact posting, especially

boiled. She slammed her cup down hard and commanded, “I

said calmly, standing up and leaving the room without

possibilities: either Bryan

at the Dawson Mansion after dinner; he left in his

a short while, he noticed Raymond’s vehicle shadowing him. A grimace crossed his face

before returning to Oak Villas. Climbing the stairs to

at

sweat from his forehead, feeling the pressure

for slipping surveillance was also

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

concerted effort to shake him off, Raymond could

had diligently worked for four days, arriving early and departing late, yet

and minor tasks, which

the week was to evaluate the personalities of her colleagues,

way to the Clarkson family’s residence, carrying her

Rover sat silently by the roadside. Through the tinted glass, Bryan’s distinct profile was

approach the vehicle, remaining

was only after Bryan sounded the horn