Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“It’s that woman again.”
With a condescending expression on Sheryl’s face, she continued, “She’s really strange. She gets so hostile whenever she sees me.”
Justin narrowed his eyes slightly as he turned toward where Amber went. “You’ve met her before?”
Sheryl scoffed, “I only happened to see her when Jeremy and I got here. Seeing Jeremy chatting with a woman he didn’t know surprised me. Ha! Could it be that those three pills he took awakened the playboy within him?”
“Oh? What did Jeremy talk to her about?’
“He asked that woman if they’ve ever met.”
Justin looked away calmly. In a low voice, he muttered, “Go look into that woman’s background.”
Sheryl frowned, feeling perplexed. “She’s just a regular volunteer. Would that be necessary?”
“No one knows my brother better than I do.”
Justin curled the corners of his lips upward. He said in a slightly heavy tone, “There aren’t many women in this world whom he’d give his attention to on his own accord.”
Later that night, Jeremy only stayed at the charity dinner for half its duration. Just before the main event-the donation segment-he left, his mood dark.
He sped aimlessly into the night alone.
After quite a while, he hit the brakes without warning. After some hesitation, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
After a few rings, Sean answered, irritation clear in his voice. “Mr. Walsh, what’s with this late night call?” Jeremy gripped tensely onto the steering wheel, the tightness of his knuckles revealing the strength of his hand.
He pressed his lips together. His throat felt dry and hoarse, so much so that he couldn’t bring himself to say anything even after a long time.
Sean lost his patience. “I’m hanging up if you have nothing to say.”
“Is Ms. Alyssa at home?” Jeremy asked in an extremely hoarse voice, as if he had just swallowed some ice.
“She’s at the hospital,” Sean answered in a pained voice. “It hasn’t been many days since she recovered from her leg injury after the accident, and she’s injured it again. She might even need a cast.”
“Which hospital is she at? I want to go-
Jeremy had just started speaking when Sean finally blew his top. “Jeremy, do you know why Ms. Alyssa almost got into that car accident?
“She has always been a cautious person. She would never make such a careless mistake. It was all because of you that she would lose her focus and be in a state of discomposure!”
Jeremy closed his eyes briefly.
In the darkness of the night, his face became as white as a sheet.
“Even if you don’t want to be with her anymore, there’s no need to go parading your new lover around and rubbing it in Ms. Alyssa’s face, do you?
“Did you lose your memory, or did you actually become dumb? Don’t you freaking remember how Ms. Alyssa used to treat you and how much she loved you?”
Jeremy frowned. In a deep voice, he clarified, ‘I’m not seeing anyone new.”
Sean scoffed, “You don’t have a new lover? You must have lost your fucking heart then!”
Jeremy pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, swallowing hard.
“Ms. Alyssa is at the hospital under KS Group. She’s in room number A006!”
Sean terminated the call after saying that.
Jeremy’s lashes quivered slightly. He repeatedly uttered the hospital room number to himself as he slammed the pedal down and sped into the night.
A black Maybach was parked at the back entrance of the orphanage, its lights off and engine idling.
Soon, a figure emerged from the back door, hurriedly approaching and entering the car.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Ms. Gillis,” the woman apologized respectfully.
Sheryl sat in the car with an air of arrogance, and her legs crossed in a relaxed manner. She handed a brown envelope to the woman.
“Good work this morning,” Sheryl remarked.
The woman took the envelope from Sheryl and had a feel of its thickness. She smiled from ear to ear. “All that needed to be done was to cut a brake cable. It was no trouble at all.”
Sheryl couldn’t be bothered to even glance at the woman she deemed inferior. Her expression remained cold as she spoke. “By the way, have you looked into all the volunteers and the teachers at the orphanage like I asked?” “I have,” the woman replied confidently. “I’ve been here for about a decade. It was a breeze.” She pulled out a stack of documents from her bag and handed them over to Sheryl with both hands.
Taking the papers, Sheryl began to peruse them, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the details.
Suddenly, her eyes widened. She pulled out a document with a photograph of a striking woman-Amber Altman, the woman Jameson had groomed as Alyssa’s substitute.
“This woman… is a volunteer at the orphanage?”
“Yes, Ms. Gillis. Ms. Altman has been volunteering at our orphanage for over two years. She also donates to the orphanage annually, so she’s well-regarded here.”
The woman noticed that Sheryl had become quite agitated. Puzzled, she asked, ‘Ms. Gillis, are there… are there any issues with her?”
Sheryl lowered her voice. “Does she still volunteer here now?”
“She hasn’t been around in a while. But that’s not unusual. Volunteers aren’t compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they want. We can’t force them to help out here.
“And it’s rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she did. Most people would have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is.”
Sheryl knitted her brows together. “There was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage today. Do you know who she is?”
“Clara Whitaker? I don’t. I haven’t even heard of that name. Maybe it was her first time here.”
Sheryl fell into deep thought. The more she pondered, the more things didn’t add up.
Clara’s visit was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent reason. And then, Jeremy had approached Clara, asking if they’d met before. Despite being unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some connection.
A realization struck Sheryl, and her eyes darkened.
Meanwhile, a sports car glided into the underground parking lot of the hospital.
Jeremy quickly exited the car and hurried toward room A006.
In the stillness of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy beating of his heart.
The image of Alyssa’s near accident, saved only by Justin’s quick intervention, replayed in his mind.
His older brother had clung tightly to the woman he once loved.
At that moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable force. The door to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in his wheelchair. Jeremy stopped in his tracks, holding his breath.
In that bleak and empty corridor, the Walsh brothers confronted each other in a tense, wordless standoff.
Under the sterile white light, Jeremy stood out like a striking sculpture. Justin, however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his presence. But beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret-Justin was a monster or perhaps a demon.
In the end, it was Jeremy who relented first. With firm, deliberate steps, he made his way toward Justin.
A faint but growing desire welled up inside Jeremy. He wanted to see Alyssa.
Just as Jeremy was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting his progress.
“Jeremy, what brings you here at this hour?” Justin asked with a smile on his face.
Jeremy swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. “Ms. Alyssa had an accident today. How is she?”
“Fortunately, she’s only aggravated the old injury on her leg. She just needs to rest up.”
In a low voice, Jeremy said, “I’ll go see her.”
With a profound look in his eyes, Justin said, “Lyse has gone to bed.”
Lyse…
Jeremy had been the only one to call her by that pet name with such intimacy. Now, hearing another man say it, his vision suddenly blurred, and his heart sank.
