Chapter 260: Chapter 260

Chapter 260:

The reporters were all focused on the Beckett family’s announcement of an engagement, and now, they unexpectedly found Megan in bed with Kian.

The Beckett family and the Warren family were not publicly known to be close, so the reporters had almost forgotten that Kian and Megan were related.

Realizing this, the reporters were buzzing with shock as they snapped more photos.

“Could this actually be incest? In today’s world, no matter how fond you are of certain lines, some just shouldn’t be crossed!” One reporter remarked. “I really don’t understand what Mr. Warren is thinking; Megan doesn’t seem that attractive in my eyes.”

The relentless sound of cameras and the ongoing chatter eventually roused Kian.

He woke up to realize he was naked, with the room swarming with people.

He instinctively pulled the blanket, only to accidentally reveal Megan’s naked body more.

The media collectively gasped and turned away, deeming it inappropriate, yet their cameras continued to click with even greater fervor.

“Mr. Warren, how long have you and Megan been involved?”

“Do your parents know about this?”

“Don’t you think this defies common decency?”

“Are you planning to get married, or is this arrangement permanent?”

Explore the world of fiction at gⱯlnσν𝒆ℓs․com Kian’s mind was clouded, haunted by the unsettling memory of passing out unexpectedly the night before. An ominous feeling gripped him.

He glanced at the woman beside him, exposed by his inadvertent tug of the blanket.

“Fuck off,” he cursed, realizing the gravity of what had happened. In a surge of anger, he kicked Megan off the bed.

Megan lay sprawled in a humiliating position.

The reporters, repulsed, averted their gazes, snapping only a few obligatory photos before redirecting their focus to Kian.

Questions bombarded Kian like a hail of bullets. Kian’s expression darkened with fury. He wanted to escape, but he didn’t have any clothes.

“Get out, all of you! If you dare to report nonsense, you are going against the Warren family!” he roared, his friendly facade shattered as he hurled a pillow at the reporters.

His attempt didn’t deter them, but it did awaken Megan. Suddenly aware of her nakedness in front of so many people, she screamed and hurried back to the bed.

Grabbing a corner of the blanket, Megan slipped under it, only to discover another naked person there. The reporters were all stunned.

Kian glowered at the figure who was now kneeling between his legs.

Megan knelt on the bed, looking at what was before her.

Her scream pierced the air once more.

“Enough!” Raymond stepped in front of the reporters. “If the Warren family arrives, I doubt you’ll want to leave. Why not go back and concoct a romantic tale about Mr. Warren and Miss Beckett now?”

The reporters had taken the photos they needed, and seeing Kian like that, they knew he wouldn’t tell them the truth about him and Megan.

They quickly dispersed, muttering among themselves about crafting their narratives.

“Come back here!” Kian shouted, hurling a bottle of water at the door.

But Raymond was swift to shut the door, intercepting the bottle. He then respectfully turned to Bryan. “Mr. Dawson, everything has been dealt with. What should we do next?”

“Do you feel pleased now?” Bryan asked Eileen, implying that the day’s turmoil had been staged for her benefit.

His resentment toward Kian lingered. He would find a chance to vent it later.

Eileen, who was staring at the door, paused, still absorbing the drama that had just unfolded.

“Did they actually sleep with each other?” she asked.

“Did they?” Bryan turned the question to Raymond. Yesterday, Raymond had been the one to escort the people dealing with Kian and Megan after they had passed out. Raymond quickly shook his head. “The drugs only knocked them out; they didn’t do anything. But no one would believe that.”

“Well done,” Bryan praised. He then paused before suggesting, “You should get your eyes checked at the hospital after seeing them naked; the company will cover the cost.”

Raymond hesitated. “I actually had someone else undress them.”

“Send whoever did it to the hospital then and give them a bonus for the inconvenience,” Bryan instructed. He turned to Eileen. “Are you feeling satisfied now? If not, feel free to do whatever else you deem necessary.”

“I am,” Eileen replied, feeling she had gotten her revenge.

Kian and Megan would face the consequences they deserved. Eileen wondered if Kian would face any lasting effects from this encounter with Megan.

“Let’s leave then.” Bryan’s lips curled into a slight smile, his eyes warm with affection. “Grandmother just called. She has prepared some gifts for when we visit your mom. We should head back.”

“You’re going to meet my mom?” Bailee asked, a note of surprise in her voice.

“What’s the matter?” Bryan inquired, responding to her astonishment. “Isn’t it about time?”

“Of course, it’s just… the idea of you meeting my mom really excites me!” Bailee was anxious, aware of the vast difference in their social standings.

Eileen chuckled and released Bryan’s hand. “I’ll go with Bailee to get our things together. Let’s meet up at the hotel entrance.” Bryan paused for a moment before grabbing Eileen’s hand once more. “No, from now on, I can’t let you out of my sight, not even for a minute.”

As they stepped into the elevator, Bryan wouldn’t let go of Eileen’s hand, compelling her to accompany him to gather his belongings.

Afterward, she went to pack her own items. With one hand occupied by packing and the other held firmly by Bryan, Eileen felt quite hindered.

Noticing her struggle, Bailee hurried over to lend a hand. “Eileen, let me help you pack. You guys can leave without me, and I can catch a ride back with Raymond later.”

“We’ll all head back together. Raymond has his own work to handle,” Eileen replied, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle free from Bryan’s grasp.

She stomped on his foot with force, causing Bryan’s expression to turn into a frown, yet he held on.

It wasn’t until his phone buzzed that he finally released her hand, saying, “Five minutes. Make it quick.”

He then strode toward the door to take the call.

“Mr. Dawson, the Warren family has sent clothes for Kian, but Megan is still in the suite,” Raymond reported. He had been keeping an eye on the situation with Kian and Megan.

The Warren family would naturally help Kian.

However, Megan had fled from the Beckett family, and her parents were still searching for her.

Getting in touch with her family would mean being coerced into marrying that old man, so Megan stayed in the suite, uncertain of her next move.

“The Warren family is bound to try to squash the story,” Raymond pointed out.

Raymond knew the journalists were itching to cover such a juicy scandal. But if the Warren family took decisive measures, the press wouldn’t dare to challenge them openly.

“What’s their fear? Just report against them!” Bryan asserted with confidence.

Raymond, spurred by Bryan’s assertive tone, felt a surge of determination. “I know what to do now!” he exclaimed.

“Do it boldly. If the reporters are hesitant, just purchase the photos from them.” Bryan was determined to leave Kian with no escape routes.

There was no need for Bryan to manipulate anything secretly. He intended to publicly declare his opposition to the Warren family.

After the call, Raymond immediately began to manage the situation.

Once she finished packing, Eileen met up with Bryan.

An hour later, their car pulled up beside a small truck loaded with a variety of valuable gifts.

Eileen noticed this and turned to Bryan, saying, “Don’t tell me these are the gifts you bought for my mom.”

Bryan was a bit awkward; he had earlier called Stella to coordinate their upcoming visit to Eileen’s mother.

Stella had assured him confidently, “Don’t worry. I’ll ensure everything is set perfectly.”

Bailee, understanding the situation, gasped.

“Why did you take so long to return?” Stella emerged from the luxury car that was parked in front of the truck, her patience wearing thin from waiting so long.

Rubbing her back as she walked over, she rolled her eyes at Bryan. “Isn’t it common courtesy to visit earlier? Who shows up right at mealtime? Are you here expecting to be fed?”

“We were held up by some issues,” Bryan explained, his eyes filled with subtle worry, conceding that his manner was indeed improper.

“It’s still early, and besides, any delay…”

“Eileen and I can leave without you, and I can catch a ride back with Raymond later,” Eileen said.

Earlier, Eileen had sent a message to Ruby before they headed back, mentioning someone would be along and that they might be late.

Ruby had been completely understanding and had even told her not to rush, stressing that safety came first.

This seemed to lighten Stella’s spirits significantly. “Well, that’s a relief. Let’s meet up together,” she said.

“Wait,” Eileen paused, puzzled. “You’re coming with us?”

She had assumed Stella was just there to watch over the valuable items in the truck.

To her astonishment, Stella intended to join them upstairs. Eileen frowned and said, “That’s really not appropriate. You’re the elder here; it should be my mother visiting you.”

“Why adhere to such formalities? We’re family now. When will your mother be well enough to visit me? I can’t wait that long. Today, I want to discuss the details of your marriage with her,” Stella said.

Stella had clearly thought this through. Eileen and Bryan’s wedding could wait until Ruby was completely well, but everything else needed to be decided now.

Eileen, familiar with Stella’s resolute nature, realized arguing was futile and resignedly agreed.

“Is this your sister?” Stella then shifted her focus to Bailee.

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