Fall In Love with the Dominant Billionaire
Chapter 233: There Was Trouble Brewing
“Perhaps it would be best if Mr. Maxwell departs, Reese suggested, her gaze unwavering and authoritative Maxwell’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Quite audacious of you, Reese, he retorted. The crowd encircling them murmured and snickered, assuming Reese was overstepping her boundaries. Malcolm Flynn, after all, could have a woman he desired, and here was House, seemingly testing his patience. Mr. Maxwell was, after all, a titan in the industry. She’s nothing more than a pretty face, all aesthetics, no depth,” one spectator commented.“She’s presuming too much on Mr. Flynn’s terrory, another added. She thinks she can act superior just because Flynn is fond of her. Just walt until he puts her in her place. She’s merely a placeholder bride. Her family, the Brooks, are insignificant, and yet, there she is, parading around in front of Mr. nn.“The whispers weren’t particularly loud, but they were audible enough for Reese. She paid them no mind, not even dignifying them with a glance.Several women had been envious of Reese’s union with Malcolm, but they were astounded by her audacity in telling one of Mr. Flynn’s business associates to leave. The group watched Reese with malicious delight, already passing judgment on her on Malcolm’s behalf.The men nearby were equally taken aback. They hadn’t expected such boldness from a woman. She was undoubtedly beautiful, but they assumed her favor was now waning.Maxwell, however, stood there nonchalantly, a playful salle dancing on his lips.Malcolm chuckled, glancing at Reese. then addressed Maxwell with a calm authority, “In light of Reese’s wards, Mr. Maxwell, I must ask you to excuse yourself. The crowd was stunned. The women who had been eager to ridicule Reese now lushed with embarrassment, not having predicted Malcolm’s support for her Reese picked up a glass of red wine, took a sip, and offered a faint smile.Adjusting his glasses, Maxwell returned the smile, his gaze lingering on Reese unabashedly, showcasing his interest. “My apologies,” he said, before he turned gracefully and departed.Jason approached Reese, his annoyance at Maxwell’s retreating figure evident. The man was here to create a scene, coming in all aggressive, and now he’s making it seem like we’re fording him out.“Malcolm quietly positioned himself between Reese and Tartt, draping an arm around Reese’s shoulders.Reese appeared infazed and responded to Tartt, “His identity is irrelevant. If he wishes to cause trouble, he can simply leave. Off to the side, justin couldn’t resist admiring Reese’s tenacity.Feeling somewhat slighted by Reese’s indifference, Malcolm tightened his hold on her shoulder, suggesting, “Let’s go home.“Reese nodded in agreement. Upon their arrival home, Malcolm was unexpectedly called away.Left alone, Reese found herself battling boredom Suddenly, she remembered her purpose for being there to uncover the truth. She wouldn’t have married into the Flynn family if not for a hidden agenda; they must be implicated!Nonchalantly, she began searching through various rooms.After scouring several rooms and finding nothing, only two plausible locations remained the study and Jasonthe butler’s quarters. Their own bedroom had been previously searched and held nothing of interest.With this in mind, she ventured into the study, but once again, found nothing. After a moment’s consideration, she turned her attention to the butler’s quarters, deciding to ensure its vacancy before entering The butler was on the opposite side of the garden, trimming the shrubs. Upon noticing Reese, he greeted her with a warm smile. “Mr. Tartt, how about we plant something different for a change? I’m tired of looking at the same flowers,” Reese suggested.“What would you like to plant?” Mr. Jasonasked courteously.“Anything, really.” Reese replied nonchalantly before leisurely strolling away.
With calculated precision, Reese advanced towards Mr. Tartt’s room. Each step was measured, each footfall echoing her growing realization that the kindly old man might not be as benign as he appeared.She swept her gaze over the immediate surroundings- deserted.At last, she reached out, her hand barely trembling as she turned the doorknob. She took in the room, noting the simplicity of its layout, devoid of anything that might raise an alarm.Yet, she knew better than to let her guard down. With painstaking care, she searched through Mr. Tartt’s desk, rifled through the bookshelves, and sifted through the drawers. Once she had finished, she carefully returned everything to its original place. Despite her efforts, despair gnawed at her; she had not found what she sought.Could it be possible that the Flynn family was innocent?No, she quickly dismissed the thought. The clues were there; they just hadn’t surfaced yet. Frustration nipped at her heels, threatening to pull her into a pit of defeat. She paced the room, her mind in turmoil. Was she ready to concede defeat?Then, something caught her eye.Curiosity piqued, she approached the desk and moved a small potted plant, revealing a square object hidden beneath.She opened it to find a notebook, its cover blending seamlessly with the desk’s color- an ingenious hiding place. Why would anyone hide notebook here? A myriad of possibilities swirled in her mind Her heart pounded in her chest as she leafed through the notebook. It was filled with mundane daily entries, nothing to arouse suspicion–until a photograph slipped out and fell onto the leor.She bent to retrieve it and froze. Her gaze was riveted to the photo, her brow furrowed in confusion. The photo, tinged with the signs of age, featured only one woman–her grandmother.A heavy realization settled in Reese’s chest; her grandmother’s death was indeed linked to the Flynn family! As she stared at her grandmothers image, a vortex of thoughts swirled in Reese’s mind. Why? What had the Flynn family done? How did her grandmother’s photograph end up in Jason’s room? Why was the notebook concealed here? Could Malcolm have had a hand in her grandmother’s death… “What are you looking at?” A voice shattered the silence, jolting her from her thoughts. It was Jason! Startled, Reese’s heart pounded in her chest. However, almost instantly, she regained her composure. As she turned, she saw Jason s by the door, his expression inscrutable. His eyes were calm, giving the impression that her presence was merely coincidental, ineir eyes met, Reese’s gaze sharp and questioning.“I wasn’t looking for anything specific, simply exploring, Reese declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.“I see. Well, you may leave now. There’s nothing of interest in my room,” Mr. Jason responded, his tone indifferent. “Aren’t you curious about what I may have uncovered? Reese challenged. “And what might that be?” jasoncountered.“Something quite fascinating. A photograph, to be precise,” Reese answered, maintaining eye contact, trying to detect even the slightest change in his demeanor. But Jason was unyielding, his face a mask of serenity, betraying nothing. To Reese, such composure was suspicious; an ordinary person would not remain so calm when their privacy had been violated Im baffled as
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Chapter 233: There Was Trouble Brewing
to what photograph here might pique your interest,” Jason replied, expression masterfully controlled. Don’t you find it peculiar, Mr. Tartt, that I just happened to be in your room?” Reese probed, septicism coloring her tone. “Not at all, Jason responded, a hint of a simile playing on his lips. “Everything in this house belongs to you and your husband “Closing the distance between them, Reese presented the photograph. “Do you recognize the woman in this pic re7
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