Chapter 1867 The Opinions

Paul’s patience was fraying due to the commotion. He swung the door open to create space to clear his head. There stood Elisa, flanked by a small group of people.

Internally, Paul let out a slew of curses. He had half a mind to slam the door shut. After all, this entire mess had been sparked by him, and if it escalated further, his reputation would take a hit.

Yet, in line with Bella’s grand plan, Paul wouldn’t have things her way. Just as he was about to shut the door, Bella managed to slip through the gap.

“Oh!” Bella exclaimed, her hand covering her mouth in a well-rehearsed expression of surprise.

Elisa feigned innocence and asked, “What’s going on?”

Elisa seemed ready to assess the situation, but Paul swiftly stepped in, his unease evident as he glanced at the group behind Elisa. It would be a catastrophe if they found out what was happening in his room.

So, conjuring a strained smile, Paul remarked, “Nothing serious, really. Just a minor hiccup, Ms. Benett. No need to bother yourself.”

His gaze subtly shifted from the crowd to Elisa once again. Paul was determined to keep things under control.

Paul smiled, “Besides, don’t you have more pressing matters to attend to?”

Elisa stood her ground, her tone resolute as she stated, “This event is under my hosting. It’s my responsibility to ensure everyone’s safety.”

She then turned her attention to the crowd behind her, asking, “Would you prefer waiting for me to address this, or should the staff give you a tour in the meantime?”

Paul’s frustration simmered, his teeth grinding, but Elisa’s words left no room for argument.

He approached Elisa, keeping his voice low for their ears only, his teeth clenched. “Is this your motive? Are you trying to get back at me?”

Elisa gave him an innocent look and flashed a smile. “Mr. Mazel, I’m not sure what you mean. I’m just here to do my part.”

Paul’s seething hatred for Elisa made him wish he could lash out, but he forced a smile, concealing his true feelings. He cautioned, “You better not play games with me. You’ll regret it.”

Stepping back, Elisa remained composed as she replied, “Mr. Mazel, kindly step aside. My role here is official. If you continue to obstruct me, it might raise suspicions about your own intentions.”

Paul was determined to block her way, but his attempt at shoving her was thwarted mid-action as Gareth intercepted, gripping his hands.

Gareth remained stoic.

Applying pressure to Paul’s hand, Gareth elicited a yelp of pain.

In that fleeting opening, Elisa deftly maneuvered past and entered the room.

Paul intended to obstruct her, but she had already darted towards the entrance.

There was no stopping for Elisa now.

His efforts were futile in preventing Elisa’s entry and halting the group trailing behind her.

They burst in to find Rochelle and the new intern locked in an intimate embrace. Both seemed rumpled, and a disheveled man lay sprawled on the bed...

No matter the perspective, the scene was unquestionably inappropriate and scandalous.

Elisa let out an audible ‘tsk’ of disapproval and dismay. She addressed the group, “I suppose we should continue and find somewhere to unwind together...”

With that, she led the group away.

Paul couldn’t miss the trace of sarcasm in Elisa’s smile. He knew she had orchestrated this scenario, manipulating the situation to her advantage. Yet, he felt incapacitated to counteract her tactics.

“D*mn it!” Paul vented his frustration toward the sea.

As Rochelle finally caught on to what was happening, it was too late for her to intervene. The situation had escalated beyond her control. The office was filled with rumors, each version of the story more exaggerated than the previous one.

In some accounts, Rochelle and the new intern participated in a threesome with a third person, leading to a disagreement about the sequence of events.

In one of the narratives, Paul was said to be the cuckold.