“Calm down. I called you to tell you about this. Here’s what happened,” said Sally before she told Joyce the whole story.
Joyce was flabbergasted. It took her some time to regain her footing and say, “How is that possible? How could Mr. Shane have cheated? That…”
“That is the truth! Nat was only rushed to the emergency room because she saw the photo and got so angry that her baby was affected!” protested Sally loudly.
Joyce was at a loss for words.
Sally sighed and added, “To be honest, I couldn’t believe that Mr. Shane would do something like that to Nat as well, but I saw it with my own eyes. Joyce, please help her go to the hotel and catch those shameless assh*les in the act.”
“Okay,” murmured Joyce as she nodded blankly.
After that, Sally hung up the call and sent Joyce the photo.
The photo caught a part of the nightstand on which a table lamp was placed, and the lamp had the hotel’s logo on it.
Joyce would be able to find them as soon as she figured out which hotel they were in.
Meanwhile, Joyce downloaded the photo that Sally sent over and opened it.
Seeing the content got Joyce so angry that she punched her bed. She kicked her blanket away and changed her clothes immediately after.
In no time, Joyce stomped into the hotel while emanating a murderous aura. She was about to con the receptionist into sharing Shane’s room number when she heard a voice.
Silas sounded surprised as he asked, “Ms. Rivers, what are you doing here so late at night?”
Joyce turned around and glared at him angrily, which befuddled Silas.
He had no idea what he did to piss the lady off that much, so he grinned and asked, “Ms. Rivers, did I do something to offend you?”
“No, you didn’t, but you and your employer really stepped on Nat’s tail,” growled Joyce angrily.
That got Silas even more confused. He pushed his glasses up and asked, “Ms. Rivers, what do you mean by that?”
“Hah, stop acting dumb. Tell me which room he is in right now. Tell me!” demanded Joyce as she walked over and clutched his tie.
Silas was feeling uncomfortable and wanted to pull his tie back, but Joyce’s grip on it was strong. So he couldn’t get it back, nor could he attack her.
She is just a woman, after all.
Hence, Silas put his hands in the air to admit defeat before informing, “Ms. Rivers, I have no idea where Mr. Shane is, either. Why are you asking about it?”
Joyce scoffed and challenged, “Yeah, right. Do you really think I’d believe a word you say? The two of you are in league with one another, so it’s only natural for you to cover up for him.”
“Ms. Rivers, may I know why I need to cover up for him?” asked Silas, who honestly didn’t know what was going on.
Joyce let go of his tie and spat through gritted teeth, “Because your employer is cheating on Nat with Jacqueline! As his assistant, is it not your job to cover up for him and lie about it?”
Silas’ expression turned serious as he reminded, “Ms. Rivers, you shouldn’t simply say such things. When has Mr. Shane ever slept with Ms. Graham?”
“Still denying it, huh? Must you remain stubborn until I show you some evidence?” scoffed Joyce before she fished her cell phone out.
Silas took a glance at the phone screen and gasped. “That is not possible!”
“How is it impossible? It’s not like the photo is fake.”
Silas’ face fell, but he insisted, “There is no way that Mr. Shane would sleep with Ms. Graham. He must’ve been tricked.”
After saying his piece, Silas walked to the front desk and asked for Shane’s room number.
Things have spiraled out of control! No wonder I can’t get in touch with Mr. Shane or find him. It turns out that he was tricked.
Joyce was in a daze while she stood rooted to the spot and blurted, “Tricked?”
Silas didn’t look like he was lying. Does he really not know what Mr. Shane is doing right now?
There are only two possibilities. The first one is that Shane lied to Silas before sleeping with Jacqueline, but that is quite unlikely. Silas is right here in the hotel, so there is no way Shane could’ve kept it a secret from him.
The more likely scenario is that someone set Shane up. That is why Silas is unaware of any of this.
