Chapter 370

Brightness Design Company.

The CEO's office door was closed.

"Has the information been sent? Won't someone suspect something?" Fanny's low, hoarse voice came from her fiery red lips.

"It's been sent. Our hackers are the world's best, absolutely no trace will be left, you can rest assured," the other party promised. "About the money..."

"I'm transferring it to you now."

Fanny felt distressed after she transferred one hundred thousand dollars to them Fanny felt distressed.

A hundred thousand for a text message was quite expensive. But fortunately, Fanny wasn't footing the bill in the end, and maybe she could make a big profit out of it.

As she thought about that, Fanny made a phone call and instantly put on a flattering smile on her face. "Miss Eilish, it's me. I have good news..."

"Is Layla dead?" Nora asked coolly.

"Not yet." Fanny couldn't wait for her to die.

"If she's not dead yet, why are you saying you have good news? Wait until she's dead."

"She might not be dead yet, but I've prepared a good show, it's about to start soon." Fanny vividly described her plan, praising herself and seeking recognition.

"That bitch is very cunning, will the plan work?" Nora asked.

"Of course. The previous plan had flaws, but Ava Claire is a shrew, whose fists are very big. Layla is screwed."

"Good. Even if we can't kill her, we can thoroughly embarrass her," Nora said.

"Is there anything more shameful than having an affair and getting beaten up in a hotel? You can rest assured. It cost me three hundred thousand just to hire the top hackers for that text message."

"Money is not a problem. I just want it done."

Fanny felt relieved at Nora's assurance. "You're generous, Miss Eilish."

"Enough with the chatter, remember to show me the video."

"Alright, alright, just wait for the show." Fanny's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. 'Layla, it doesn't matter how capable you are, you won't escape this time!'

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Layla looked at the time, feeling somewhat dazed.

After the "marriage " last night, Layla still felt awkward and wasn't sure how she would face Samuel.

Layla knew Samuel wouldn't bring up the topic again, but there seemed to be a shallow barrier in her heart.

It was all because of knot in the heart.

As Layla was lost in thought, a hand suddenly waved in front of her, almost poking her eyes and startling her.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling dumb because you couldn't make a deal with the bar?" Cassandra's gloating smile made Layla even more annoyed. It was extremely impolite to suddenly wave a hand in front of someone's eyes.

Layla furrowed her brows.

"Cassandra Fitzgerald, some things are better left unsaid, there is no need to blurt them out."

"She has a strong sense of dignity, give her some respect."

"Maybe she has a way to fix this."

"What? Will she sleep with a woman? How disgusting."

"She's bold, what is she afraid of? Not everyone is as moral as us."

These women were so annoying. Layla would definitely celebrate once she got rid of them.

Layla calculated that she had worked here for a month. She was three months pregnant, so she would work another month, get two months' salary, then resign and go home to nurture her baby.

Not having to see these ugly faces every day would add a few years to her life. Layla was worried they might affect the baby's development otherwise.

Amid their mocking laughter, Layla left the company, and as soon as she stepped out, her phone rang.

A glimmer of joy flashed in Layla's eyes, followed by a hint of hesitation, then she composed herself and answered.

"Have you gotten off work?" Samuel's voice was as warm as ever.

"Yes, I just left the office."

"Dinner is almost ready." Samuel's words sounded ordinary, but this ordinariness was precious.

"Doesn't cooking every day interfere with your work?" Layla couldn't help but worry.

"I said, you don't need to worry about this, you just have to eat all the food I make."

Layla smiled. "I'll be 120-pounds soon."

"I'll love you whatever you become."

Layla hailed a taxi and had just gotten in when Fanny called again.

"I'm in room 209 at the Hilton Hotel, come over."

"Is there something urgent?" Layla hesitated.

"I'm your boss, if I ask you to come, you should just come. Why are you asking so many questions? The client is here too, don't keep us waiting."

The call ended.

Layla's brow furrowed.

Fanny was so impatient.

Well, she would deal with it!

Layla sent a message to Samuel saying she would be home later for dinner, then asked the driver to turn toward the Hilton Hotel.

At the Hilton Hotel, Layla rang the doorbell of Room 209.

"I'm coming." A man who had just showered, wrapped in a towel and doused in cologne, opened the door excitedly, looking at her with joy. "Baby, I've been waiting for you."

"It's you?"

The man was Jacob.

"Of course it's me, who else could it be? Didn't you send me a message telling me to come to this room? The manager gave me the room key at your request." Jacob excitedly said, "Layla, you're really good at acting. You pretended not to be interested in me before, but you secretly arranged to meet me. I almost fell for it."

Jacob thought, 'Layla, you're really good at acting, you couldn't wait anymore, huh?'

"I knew it, I'm so handsome, how could you not be interested in me at all? It's impossible. I didn't expect you to like playing tricks. You're really naughty." Jacob reached out to pinch Layla's nose, but she recoiled in disgust.

"I didn't send you a message."

"Are you still pretending you don't know anything? How mischievous. Luckily, I took a screenshot before deleting it. I have evidence." Jacob raised his phone.

The screenshot showed a message that had been sent from Layla's phone number, inviting Jacob to meet in Room 209.

Layla quickly understood what was going on.

'So that's how it is.'

"Come in, don't let anyone see us." Jacob pulled Layla into the room and closed the door.

"I didn't send that message."

"How is that possible? This is your number. Baby, I understand what's going on now, there's no need to pretend. It's not fun to play the same tricks is."

"I didn't send that message!" Layla emphasized again.

Layla's eyes were very serious.

Jacob was stunned. "If it wasn't you, who sent it?"

"Have you ever considered that this might be a trap, that someone deliberately lured me here?" Layla squinted.

"Who would do such a thing?" Jacob was dumbfounded. "No... could it be Ava?"

Ava had asked a beautiful woman to flirt with him on the app, and Jacob had fallen for it. He had a really bad time with that.

"No way!" Jacob panicked a little.

But Jacob was unwilling to accept it. He couldn't accept that a good thing had suddenly turned into a big trap.

Jacob vigorously shook his head in denial. "You're just trying to scare me, right?"

"Layla, the number is yours. Ava Claire couldn't possibly use your phone to send me a message, so you must have set me up. You're too embarrassed to admit it, so you're pretending to be mysterious because you want to try something exciting with me. I really did scare you just now." Jacob rambled on, sighing in relief.

Jacob's lust resurfaced when he saw Layla's beautiful face. He lost his mind, revealing an evil smile. "Stop playing around, let's get down to business. I'm here, baby!"