Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Elin couldn’t fathom Audrey committing plagiarism. Yet, reaching out to buy the piece before clarifying the misunderstanding felt like giving the other party the upper hand.
Elin cautioned Audrey, “Even though the controversy has cooled down a bit, many clients have already asked to cancel their orders.”
Since the hit of Arthen Entertainment’s mid-year gala, Crescent had been flooded with orders. Some unsuitable ones had been turned away.
Audrey was determined about not sacrificing quality for profit.
Despite the removal of those misleading trending topics and articles, the damage was done. Those who had seen it couldn’t unsee it.
Crescent’s custom designs were favored by affluent and distinguished women who were enticed by the fabulous clothes during Arthen Entertainment’s mid-year gala. They were people who valued their status highly. None of them would appreciate being associated with plagiarism.
“It’s alright. We’ll make it right where we need to and clear things up. We’d never plagiarize someone else’s work.” Audrey looked at the photo on the tablet, tears welling up in her eyes. “No matter how much it costs, buy it.”
Elin said nothing more, trusting in Audrey’s decision, and nodded in agreement.
Once she had regained her composure, Audrey reached out to Devonte.
Devonte picked up quickly.
Audrey apologized, “Mr. Frazier, I apologize for this hassle, and we’ll sort this out as quickly as we can. We’ll cover any losses incurred.”
The one taking the biggest loss was Arthen Entertainment. They hosted the gala but ended up spotlighting a so-called plagiarized designer’s work on their celebrities. Even though it wasn’t their fault, having celebrities wear plagiarized designs sent the wrong message.
Arthen Entertainment put out an apology right away, promising to come up with a solution within twenty-four hours.
“Miss Foster, tell me straight, is that story true?” Devonte was biting back a lot of anger. If Cornell hadn’t warned him earlier, he wouldn’t have been nearly as calm.
Brand representatives were reaching out due to the situation and considering ending their contracts with their celebrities. It seemed like nearly all the celebrities who had attended the gala were impacted. The losses from this event couldn’t just be counted in millions.
Luckily, Cornell stepped up to take full responsibility, easing Devonte’s worries a bit. However, some losses weren’t compensated with money alone. For instance, the incident could have reduced his company’s celebrities inherent value.
“Mr. Frazier, the rumors aren’t true. I promise you a solution within 24 hours,” Audrey confidently assured, calming Devonte’s frustration a little.
As long as the rumors were false, that was the main thing.
Audrey then mentioned, “Regarding the trending topics, there’s no need to take them down. let them spread. It’s fine.”
Devonte was slightly surprised. “That wasn’t my doing. Mr. Clement took care of it.”
It seemed like a case of a husband sorting out his wife’s trouble.
Devonte had no intention of fixing someone else’s problem.
Audrey took a moment and then requested, “Mr. Frazier, could you share all the security footage from my visits to your company for fittings these past few days?”
Devonte, catching on fast, immediately got it. “Are you saying there’s someone inside causing problems?”
“It’s not definite yet, but it looks like it might be the case,”
Audrey answered.
“Okay, I can’t give you access to the security footage directly, but I’ll have someone look into it. If we discover anything, I’ll let you know.”
“Thanks, then. I appreciate your help with this.”
After ending the call, Audrey touched the photo on the tablet, a warm look in her eyes.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, inside a study. Katie, looking sharp in a suit and her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, seemed authoritative.
Abel informed her, “Miss, someone from Crescent’s team reached out to the studio, wanting to buy back the exhibit for a hefty sum.”
“Interesting.” Katie couldn’t help but laugh disdainfully. “So, this is the woman Cornell is interested in. It turns out she’s nothing but a show, with no real substance, relying completely on plagiarized honors.”
The more Katie dwelled on it, the angrier she became. What was so special about Audrey, so worthless, yet Cornell treated her like she was a treasure?
Katie, known for her sharp business expertise and remarkable tenure as the Clement Group’s vice president, had initiated numerous mutually beneficial projects for the Clement Group.
Her family had reaped the most rewards, but she had also generated significant profits for the Clement Group. She couldn’t fathom why Cornell cast her aside after benefiting from her hard work.
A steely glint appeared in her eyes as Katie gave Abel her orders, “Have the studio take her offer, sell it for a high price, and then spread the word again, making sure to drag Arthen Entertainment into it. Don’t worry about the cost. Just make sure they’re the talk of the town for at least half an hour.”
Katie was making a clever move. By involving Arthen Entertainment, with its numerous celebrities implicated, they’d be forced to step in and clear the situation. This meant that even if Cornell tried to bury the story, it wouldn’t stay hidden.
Abel nodded in approval.
As Katie rose, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her, causing her to sway and nearly fall.
Just then, Abel rushed over and caught her in his arms. “Please, take a moment to rest,” he suggested, his worry evident.
Abel’s muscular build gave Katie a sense of security.
Holding onto his neck, truly feeling dizzy, Katie agreed with a nod.
Abel, treating Katie with the utmost care, gently carried her up to the bedroom. He maintained complete respect for her the whole time, careful not to cross any boundaries. To him, Katie was his master, and without her commands, he wouldn’t even think of anything else or display even a hint of assumption.
Catching a glimpse of Katie’s bare legs, Abel’s cheeks reddened, and he quickly stammered, “I’ll go now.”
“Wait.” Katie stopped him, her voice calling him back.
Resting on the bed like royalty, Katie commanded, “Massage my head.”
Abel quickly knelt down. The usually rough and unrefined Abel now massaged Katie’s head gently.
Even though Abel hailed from the Dark Island, he was among the rare assassins with a clean soul. He always appeared fresh and odor-free, never smelling of sweat. Additionally, his body hair was notably dense, giving off a distinctively masculine aroma.
After a while, Katie sensed something was lacking, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. It could have been related to her hormones. lately, her cravings had intensified.
She slightly opened her rosy lips and glanced at Abel, suggesting, “Go a bit lower.”
Abel got the hint immediately. His coarse hands moved to her neck and collarbone, gently caressing her chest.
The touch of his calloused hands offered a thrilling sensation. Katie squinted her eyes and softly murmured, “Harder…”
Abel watched her allure intensify, feeling a wave of passion stir within him. With a raspy voice, he asked, “Miss… Do you want me to…”
Katie wasn’t entirely lucid at that moment and gave a faint nod. “Mm.”
Taking it as her consent, Abel’s eyes shone with desire as he leaned in closer.
“Ah…” Katie couldn’t stop herself from biting her lip and moaning.
Suddenly, her expression turned cold, and she swiftly raised her hand.
“Slap!” With a loud smack, she slapped Abel across the face.
Katie looked at the visible hickeys and said icily, “How dare you kiss me without permission! You scoundrel!”
Abel was jolted back to his senses, his face showing shock. Before Katie could say another word, he fell to his knees and began hitting himself across the face.
“Slap!” Abel slapped himself repeatedly, each hit harder than the last, showing no mercy to himself.
Abel couldn’t believe he had just acted so inappropriately. It was as if he had momentarily lost all self-control. He had always valued cleanliness and had yearned for the affection of a woman, but his heart was set on Katie alone.
Although he had encountered women who tried to lure him amid his missions, he never entertained any desires for them. His mind was occupied with thoughts of pushing them away. They seemed unclean to him, entirely so.
But Katie was an exception. In Abel’s book, Katie was pretty with a poised figure, exuding elegance from every inch. She was nothing like the women he had met before. He felt the spark of love when he first laid eyes on her.
Surprisingly, Katie asked him to satisfy her needs. After each session, she permitted him to deal with his own needs, which he would opt for a shower.
Abel had never sought the company of other women since he knew Katie prized cleanliness above all. Any involvement with other women would mean he could no longer serve her.
In the room, the sound of slapping echoed.
Witnessing the harshness with which Abel dealt with himself, Katie realized she had been quite harsh.
Abel’s lips were swollen, bleeding from the bites, presenting a pitiful sight.
Feeling slightly eased by this sight, Katie pondered. Abel, who dared to kiss her without permission, seemed beneath contempt. Would he dare to cross further boundaries since he dared to kiss her now?
Such a contemptible being, only valuable for his usefulness. If it weren’t for that case, Katie might have left him to his fate.
“Stop,” Katie called out casually, slipping her foot into her shoe.
Abel, understanding her intention, stretched his hand flat on the ground, ready to receive her foot.
Katie pressed down on Abel’s palm with her chunky heel, twisting it with force. This act, oddly satisfying, relieved her stress.
She recalled his rough caresses, which were strangely enjoyable. Yet, she didn’t want any hickeys. She had mastered the art of having fun while keeping her innocence intact ages ago.
With a firm voice laced with an underlying fear, Katie declared, “Never forget you’re nothing more than a lowly dog at my feet. Now that you’re a dog, you need to follow your master’s commands without any thoughts of your own, got it?”