Chapter 1101

Chapter 1101:

While she could be patient with Dane, she wasn’t about to let any chance slip away. When she spotted him alone, she quickly spritzed herself with a freshly concocted perfume.

Docie felt a sense of triumph, already prepared with her excuse. Pretending to be drunk, she slurred, “Henry, I… I finally found you.” The moment she spoke, her grip loosened, and Dane swiftly pulled away. As the scent dissipated, Dane’s mind cleared up just enough to think more clearly.

He turned to face Docie, his expression turning icy. “Docie, what’s going on?”

Docie gazed at him, mumbling, “Henry, don’t go.”

Upon hearing her call out a different name, Dane pieced it together. His expression soured. “Are you drunk?”

Docie didn’t respond, attempting to move toward him. Dane stepped back several paces. “I’ll hail a taxi for you.”

Trying to stay calm, he hailed a taxi with a female driver, so Docie would be more comfortable.

The taxi pulled up to the Golden Club, and Dane gave the driver Docie’s home address.

As he watched the taxi drive off, Dane ran his fingers through his hair, feeling frustrated. Why was Docie here? Who was this “Henry” she’d called him? And what on earth was that strange perfume?

He had come outside for fresh air but now had no desire to return to the club. Instead, he immediately called his driver to bring the car around.

Docie and Dane left separately but in the same direction, sparking excitement among the paparazzo and his live-stream audience, who eagerly speculated about their intentions.

“They’re leaving! Why isn’t the streamer following them?”

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“I’m sure they have a secret affair.

This is huge!”

“That was amazing—here’s a tip!”

The tips from live-stream viewers pushed the channel to the homepage.

The buzz around the footage was so intense that even other paparazzi who had snuck in took screenshots and shared them widely.

Later that night, after returning home, Dane set aside his clothes, worried the strange scent might affect Susan. He planned to have the clothes tested the next day but said nothing about the Golden Club incident to Susan.

At midnight, just as Madisyn had fallen asleep, her phone suddenly lit up, ringing loudly on the bedside table. Both she and Andrew awoke simultaneously, confused by the unexpected call at such a late hour.

Madisyn furrowed her brow as she picked up the phone. It was the head of public relations from Johns Group. She answered, instantly shaking off her grogginess as she listened to the caller. Her demeanor grew icy in an instant.

“There’s no way my brother is having an affair. Don’t act yet. I’ll call you back later.”

After calmly issuing her orders, Madisyn ended the call and immediately checked the gossip headlines.

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