Chester’s lips had gone pale, his fist frozen midair.
“Mr. Sawyer–it’s you?!”
The man sprawled on the bed was none other than Sawyer, the CEO of Roke, the international conglomerate Fordham Group was currently working with. And the sultry woman tangled in his arms? She had absolutely nothing to do with
Celestine.
What the hell is going on? That’s not Mrs. Fordham–I’m sure of it!
Wait, that’s Sawyer! He’s the head of RoKa! Isn’t he supposed to be a devoted family man? This is nothing like what people say online!
Ha! I heard Sawyer’s terrified of his wife. Looks like someone’s been caught cheating. This should be good!
Sawyer’s face darkened as he recognized the intruders. “Mr. Fordham, care to explain what’s going on?”
He had no idea there was a live stream running. No clue his years–long secret affair had just crashed into the spotlight. All he knew was that his fun had been ruined–and he was furious.
He’d heard a woman shouting outside just moments ago. If he hadn’t assumed stree was someone sent by his wife to stir up trouble, he’d have tossed her out himself.
Sawyer’s narrowed gaze landed on Joanna. “You look familiar, miss.”
Joanna’s blood ran cold. Of all people–why did it have to be Sawyer? Her ex–husband’s sworn enemy, a man notorious for holding grudges.
“Sir… you must be mistaken,” Joanna stammered, her heart pounding.
Sawyer let out a cold laugh. “Mistaken? Then what are you doing here? Barging into someone else’s room without permission–does that pass for manners where you’re from?”
Chester’s brow furrowed in frustration. Sawyer was originally from back
he too,
it was only through his wife that he’d become a British citizen.
“Mr. Sawyer, I apologize. This is a misunderstanding. I’ll explain everything to you privately and offer a formal apology later.”
Sawyer snatched the sheets up around himself, glaring. “Don’t bother!”
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1946
Chapter 282
A private apology? Was he insane? If his wife caught wind of this, Sawyer was a dead man. He couldn’t help but suspect Fordham was trying to sabotage him while their companies were negotiating.
Sawyer shot Joanna another look. She really did seem familiar.
Joanna shrank behind Chester, desperate to disappear. Damn it–where had everything gone wrong? And where on earth were Celestine and those thugs? Had she barged into the wrong room?
Whatever the case, she absolutely could not let Sawyer remember her. If this scandal followed her back home, she’d never get another chance to clear her
name.
“What are you still doing here?” Sawyer snapped, icy and commanding. “Not a word of this leaves this room. I don’t want a fifth person knowing about tonight.”
He was the client, after all–the one holding all the cards. Maybe Fordham was just acting out after those tough contract talks. If he was here to make amends, Sawyer might be willing to let it slide… as long as this incident never saw the light of day.
Chester nodded quickly. “You have my word, Mr. Sawyer. No one else will ever hear about this.”
Joanna’s face was ashen–especially with the memory of the paparazzi live–streaming right outside the door.
She was doomed.
She kept quiet, too shaken to respond.
Sawyer’s eyes drilled into her. “And you, miss?”
Joanna forced a smile, her voice trembling. “Mr. Sawyer, I promise–I’m good at keeping secrets. Not a word from me.”
First, keep this man calm–she had to buy herself time.
Sawyer sneered. “Then get out. Now.”
