Chapter 293 Tearing at the Truth
The protagonist was on the brink of enveloping Reese in a fervent embrace. “Reese, you’re practically clairvoyant! How did you discern my thoughts?” he exclaimed.
“What else could have possibly driven you to seek me out so desperately?” she retorted, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
“Your intellect never ceases to amaze me, Reese. I implore you to assist me. Someone has divulged information online, alleging that I’ve employed a stand–in for my competitive feats. They’re asserting that none of my records are genuinely my own. Consequently, my fans have turned their backs on me, and I’m virtually submerged in their digital backlash,‘ he confessed, teetering on the edge of panic.
Upon hearing his predicament, Reese shifted to a more solemn tone she was already formulating a plan. “Have you pondered over how this information got leaked? Whenever I’ve competed on your behalf, I’ve been meticulous to the point of obsession. It’s highly unlikely that someone could have simply stumbled upon this.”
“People aren’t easily fooled, Reese. They wouldn’t revolt against me based on groundless allegations. Someone has a vendetta against me–could it be one of my regular adversaries?” he conjectured, his voice laced with a hint of despair!
Reese, never one to mince her words, interjected ruthlessly, “You might want to contemplate that. It’s not as though you’re lacking in potential enemies.”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Reese, with the current turmoil, how can you still jest about this?”
“I’m merely stating the facts. Given your fiery disposition, you’ve likely amassed a considerable number of foes. It’s simple to evade a direct assault, but a stab in the back?” Reese said.
In these times, trusting someone was akin to traversing a minefield. For someone intent on my downfall, the opportunities were plentiful.
He racked his brain, practically twitching with agitation. “I genuinely have no idea.”
“Hand me your phone. I’ll commence the investigation,” she commanded, prepared to unravel this mystery. Until we could identify the perpetrator, all the speculation in the world would lead us nowhere.
He relinquished his phone hastily. “Reese, I’m relying on you.”
“Just give me a moment,” Reese replied, making her way to her room to retrieve her laptop. “Accompany me to the study.”
“Of course.”
Intrigued by his wife’s flurry of activity, Malcolm decided to join her. However, as he was about to enter the room, Reese barred his way at the doorway.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Am I not allowed to observe?” he retorted, half–jokingly.
His wife’s rules were explicit: sisters were welcome, husbands were not.
Reese firmly rebuffed him once more. “No, just carry on with your tasks.”
Having said that, she shut the door and promptly locked it, leaving Malcolm on the other side, a picture of helplessness. Coincidentally, Jason happened to pass by and witnessed the entire scene.
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He couldn’t resist commenting “Boss, you truly indulge Mrs. Plynn xcessively. At this rate, she’ll be invincible within the Flynn
family.
At Jason’s words, Malcolm’s expression soured instantly, a foreboding aura enveloping him.
“Mr. Tartt, my wife can hold her own against anyone, especially you!
The warning was unmistakable; if Jason dared to cross his wife, he couldn’t expect Malcolm to remain amicable.
While Jason had previously observed ‘s protective side, he couldn’t help but speculate about the future of the Flynn family under an heir so entangled in matters of the heart.
Grandpa Flynn used to agonize over Malcolm’s injury, fearing that without a cure, his desolation would spell catastrophe. Now that
Malcolm’s leg had healed, a new concern args: his preoccupation with love. After all, weaknesses were easy targets.
Jason, who had spent many years with the Flynn family, couldn’t help but worry about their future. However, he was cognizant of his position as merely a butler, powerless to intervene if Malcolm refused to heed his advice.
With a sense of duty, Jason chose a different path.
Resigned to his wife’s whims, Malcolm, staring at the securely shut door, realized there was nothing he could do. He dialed Justin: “Bring the documents for tomorrow.”
“Do you wish to meet in the study, Mr. Flynn?”
Justin was attempting to save time, and an issue had arisen that might necessitate Malcolm’s attention.
Casting a glance at the study door, Malcolm contemplated whether he should consider constructing a new study, anticipating his wife’s eventual takeover of the current one.
“Let’s convene in the bedroom.”
Justin was puzzled. “Why the bedroom?”
“The study has been commandeered by Reese.”
And it appeared she wouldn’t be finished anytime soon.
Quickly catching on, Justin ventured a suggestion.
“Mr. Flynn, should we consider building another study then?”
“Very well, I’ll arrange for another one later.”
Given his wife’s current situation, he surmised she would soon claim his study. It was prudent to be prepared well in advance.
“I’m at the door now, Mr. Flynn. Just give me a few minutes.”
Justin, clutching the paperwork, was already ascending the stairs.
Meanwhile, in the study, Reese was nearing the end of her search. Alyssa was staring in disbelief, particularly after witnessing Reese’s fingers darting across the keyboard at an astonishing speed,
Was such a feat even humanly possible?
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Reese hit the final key and declared, “I’ve found it.
“Who was it?”
“Everly.” Reese’s suspicions had already been directed towards Everly After all, only a handful of people were privy to the Dahlia Brooks incident, and Everly was one of them.
In an instant, Alyssa nearly blurted out a curse. “Why would that witch betray me? What have I ever done to her?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Alyssa froze while Reese gave her knowing look that made her feel slightly guilty, followed by an awkward scratch of her head.
“Alright, I concede. I might have provoked her, but did she really have to retaliate in such a manner? We’re still family, after all.
Everly was notoriously petty – were a few
disputes enough to sabotage Alyssa’s future?
“You might perceive it that way, but she doesn’t. Some people are inferently self–absorbed.”
Especially Everly, who wasn’t a true Flynn by blood. She probably felt perpetually like an outsider.
With determination, Alyssa slapped the table. “I’m going to confront her and demand answers!”
“But what good will that do now?”
The damage was already done. The priority was to address the immediate issue.
Alyssa pouted, “I’m just so infuriated.”
“That’s a problem for tomorrow,” Reese reasoned. “Let’s handle this crisis now, or your fans will be besieging the Flynn estate demanding justice.”
The thought of her fans put Alyssa on edge.
“What should I do, Reese? You’ve got to help me figure this out.”
