A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Chapter 32

Seeing the picture, Audrey narrowed her eyes slightly.

Blair was really bold as usual. She thought that she had already hired a lawyer and this case was a surefire thing, so she didn't have any scruples.

And she was still sailing close to the wind.

Just as she read the message, Susan walked over.

"Audrey, Mr. Freddy wants you to go to his office."

"Alright, I'll be right there."

When Susan left, Audrey felt a headache.

Audrey walked to Freddy's office and knocked the door.

"Come in!"

When Audrey opened the door and entered, Freddy warmly invited Audrey to sit down.

"Audrey, take a seat."

Audrey sat down flattered.

"Mr. Freddy, what can I do for you?"

Freddy sat on the armrest of the sofa beside Audrey and smiled at Audrey.

"Audrey, how's your discussion with the Cordova Group?"

Audrey looked at Freddy awkwardly, "Mr. Freddy, the Cordova Group rejected me."

"Rejected you?" Freddy frowned. "Did you talk to the assistant of their president or...?"

Audrey replied solemnly. "When I went there two days ago, I happened to meet Mr. Bryson, president of the Cordova Group. It was Mr. Bryson who personally rejected our firm."

Freddy showed a disappointed expression.

"So it was Mr. Bryson who rejected you. Then there is no other possibility."

Audrey was so smart that she did not reply.

Freddy changed the topic, "I heard that you have taken the divorce lawsuit of Mr. Gomez. Are you confident in this case?"

Audrey looked up confidently, "Mr. Freddy, don't worry. I will definitely win."

When he heard Audrey's words, Freddy's face lit up. He patted Audrey's shoulder gently and said. "Great. Then you go for it."

"I will."

....

Fifteen Beacon Hotel.

In the evening, Blair and Jacob entered a hotel room successively in order to avoid suspicion.

Blair and Jacob had just entered the room when the doorbell rang.

Jacob shouted at the door with an unhappy expression.

"Who is it?"

"Hello, sir. I'm a hotel waiter. I'm here to deliver your meal."

Jacob kissed Blair's lips and said meaningfully, "I'll take care of you later."

With that, Jacob went to open the door.

"Come in!"

A waitress pushed the dining cart in.

Then, the waitress put the dishes from the dining car on the table one by one.

When Blair and Jacob weren't paying attention, the waitress pasted a transparent object on the wall.

After placing the dishes, the waitress respectfully said to Blair and Jacob. "Sir and Miss, your dishes have been served. If you need anything else, please call the reception desk. We will be at your service 24 hours a day."

Jacob disdainfully waved. "Alright, you can leave now."

"Alright."

With that, the waitress pushed the dining cart away.

After the waitress left, Jacob slammed the door shut.

The waitress listened to the sound behind her, and smiled in smug satisfaction.

The waitress who had been looking down ever since she entered slowly looked up, revealing a beautiful face. This waitress was none other than Audrey.

Audrey casually took out a small monitor headset from her pocket and put it on her ears.

Just as she put it on, Audrey heard a sound.

Hearing that, Audrey couldn't help but frown.

But she continued to listen patiently.

She was about to secretly send the waitress' uniform back to the cabinet. Just as she turned the corner, Audrey saw a familiar face.

It was Bryson.

The person accompanying Bryson was a woman, a beautiful woman with a very good figure.

When they arrived at a room, the woman took out her room card and opened the door. Bryson and the woman walked in at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Audrey frowned slightly.

Bryson had a room with a woman?

Later, Audrey could not pay attention to what Blair and Jacob said in the room. She recalled the scene of Bryson and the woman entering the hotel room together.

....

After returning to the Cordova's Mansion, Audrey was still uneasy.

What exactly was she thinking? What did it have to do with her that Bryson had a room with a woman? What right did she have to ask?

She shook her head and threw away the image of Bryson and the woman entering the hotel room in her mind. She calmed down and listened to the surveillance tape again to make sure that there was the

information she wanted. Only then did she feel relieved.

After listening to the recording, Audrey was thirsty and came out of the room to drink water.

She glanced at the time on her phone. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Just as she went downstairs, Bryson also came in.

"Still awake?" Seeing Audrey, Bryson was shocked.

"I'm thirsty. I'll drink some water."

"Help me pour a cup too."

"Alright."

Audrey poured herself and Bryson a glass of water. Bryson was already sitting on the bar. Audrey placed Bryson's water in front of him and was about to leave with the water in her hand.

"Sit!" Bryson coldly said, his chin nudging towards his side, indicating for Audrey to sit down.

"I'm going to rest."

"I have something to say." Bryson was accustomed to a succinct tone of command.

Audrey hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside him.

As soon as she sat down, Bryson said. "You went to Fifteen Beacon Hotel today!"

It was not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

Audrey looked at him in surprise. "How do you know?"

"Fifteen Beacon Hotel is a hotel owned by the Cordova Group. That waiter looked like you. Later, I checked the surveillance cameras and it was indeed you."

Then he must know about her stealing the waiter's clothes.

She clenched her hands tightly and felt a little nervous.

He didn't want to sue her, did he?

"Mr. Bryson, this matter...."

Just as Audrey was about to explain nervously, Bryson said coldly. "So, you saw it too."

"What?"

Bryson stared at Audrey's face. His gaze was burning. "I went into the hotel room with that woman."

"Mr. Bryson, don't worry. I won't say anything!" Audrey immediately said.

"She is just in charge of my cooperation company this time. She left some files in the room and asked me to get it with her. She is fond of me, but I rejected her." Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

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