The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Eugene’s words seemed to carry a prickly coldness. Melanie looked at him, suppressed her emotions, and then said, “Who I’m with is none of your concern.” Her tone was indifferent, lacking much emotion.

Eugene’s expression remained indifferent as he sneered. His voice was low and cold as he repeated, “None of my concern? “Melanie, you came here for your grandfather, right?” Eugene’s words made Melanie freeze. She stared at Eugene tightly and asked, “What do you mean?”

Eugene's gaze was steady. With his tall stature, he raised a brow slightly when looking at Melanie. He gave off a distant and unapproachable air. Void of any emotion in his tone, he said, “Just a reminder, he’ll only be in Jepton for two days.”

The ‘he; Eugene referred to was evident. Melanie slowly came back to her senses. Howard was Eugene’s uncle.

She quickly brainstormed. She did not have much of an impression of Howard. She only recalled Stella seemingly having a strained relationship with the Hel family while Eugene seemed to be on good terms with them.

Howard was unwilling to see her, but as long as Eugene would help, he could take her to see Howard. Melanie’s expression turned unpleasant, but she immediately responded. She looked up at Eugene and asked, “What are your conditions?”

Melanie understood Eugene. He was not one to mention irrelevant matters. A mocking smile flashed in Eugene’s eyes as they narrowed, reflecting Melanie’s appearance.

Amoment passed before he spoke up, tone cold and composed, “You overthink. What do | have to do with any of your business?” After saying that, he withdrew his gaze and walked into the hall.

Melanie’s eyes flickered. She was about to follow him when a petite figure suddenly intervened. Viola stood in front of her. The smile on her face had disappeared, and her gaze on her had turned unfriendly. “Melanie, you heard what Eugene said. He doesn’t want you here. Why don’t you leave first?”

The sarcastic remarks Stella made and Eugene’s complete disregard for her upon seeing Melanie made Viola uneasy. She decided to vent her frustration directly on Melanie.

Faking a smile, she said, “Melanie, | still need to go in and accompany the chairman. | won’t be sending you out.”

Melanie looked at Viola’s arrogant expression, her eyelashes drooping lightly. “Miss Shaw, | hope you remember that you're LeapCo’s secretary and not a receptionist at Jepton Hotel.”

She scrutinized Viola, her gaze finally stopping at the V-neck shirt she was wearing underneath. With a hint of mockery in her tone, Melanie reminded, “And even if you were a hotel receptionist, there would still be dress code requirements.”

Viola’s face stiffened at the comment. She was about to retort, but Melanie had already left.

Melanie was not in a hurry to leave once she was outside. With Howard staying in Jepton for

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only two days, time was tight. She stood at the hotel entrance, her brows furrowing as she fell into thoughts.

Just then, Xander called, and Melanie answered. The first voice she heard on the other end was Yvonne's, asking, “Mel, when

are you coming back? We're planning to go for some duck.” Melanie checked the time, and it was already 8:30 pm. “You guys go ahead. | have something to attend to,” she replied.

“Are you still not done tidying up the house?” asked Xander this time. He had probably snatched the phone from Yvonne since Melanie could still hear Yvonne muttering in the background.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“It's impossible to finish cleaning an old house in a day. You don’t need to rush.”

“| know. I’m waiting for someone,” Melanie replied, looking at the neon lights flickering across the street. She could not help but let out a soft sigh.

To be honest, she felt quite powerless.

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