Chapter 8 Who is his secret mistress?

The entire office building was abuzz with excitement!

Emily, from the front desk, had just announced in the group chat that she had received a mysterious woman who seemed to be Mr. Lloyd's mistress. And just like that, the company had a new director!

Speculation ran wild as everyone wondered if their new director was indeed Mr. Lloyd's secret lover.

Little did they know that their company had actually changed ownership.

But Lyra preferred to call it a "visit incognito."

On one hand, she was unfamiliar with the behind-the-scenes operations of the entertainment industry and needed Keith's assistance.

On the other hand, she wanted to gather information about the employees for a future reshuffle, so she infiltrated the staff incognito, becoming their colleague to conveniently learn more about them!

...

As suspicions and rumors grew, Emily stood behind the service desk at Angle Group, her gaze fixed on Jalen, the executive assistant, with infatuation.

"Oh my, Jalen was incredibly handsome! And was he smiling at me?" thought Emily.

Emily tried to contain her excitement, tidying her hair behind her ears and putting on what she believed was a beautiful smile.

"Mr. Mitchell, how may I assist you?"

Her heart raced. Could Jalen be asking her out?

But the next moment, Jalen's expression turned cold, his voice void of any emotion. "You're fired. Gather your belongings and leave!"

"What?" Emily's heart, which had just been soaring, crashed down to earth.

It was over. She had lost her job! Whom had she offended?

A realization struck Emily, and her tear-streaked face twisted with resentment. She quickly dialed a phone number.

...

Keith was dragging Lyra to get her hair styled.

The reason being an evening banquet with business elites and high-ranking individuals.

Evening arrived.

At the Grand Esther Hotel in Frayton, a top-notch banquet was about to commence.

At the entrance, socialites and executives mingled, exchanging greetings.

A Lamborghini Huracan suddenly pulled up in front of the entrance.

Melvin and his companion, Charlotte, stepped out of the car, exuding charisma and nobility. Melvin looked dignified, while Charlotte appeared elegant and charming.

As the two emerged, whispers and murmurs spread through the crowd.

"Wow, Mr. Freeman is truly handsome. Who is his companion? She's so classy!"

"Don't they make the perfect couple? I'm envious."

"Could that be Mr. Freeman's secret mistress, kept hidden for three years? They look so sweet!"

Charlotte basked in the envy of the socialites and proudly lifted her chin.

She was the illegitimate daughter of the Matthews family, always looked down upon by those so-called high-class debutantes since her youth.

But so what?

Melvin would undoubtedly marry her, and in these high-society gatherings, she would become an admired figure.

In the future, she might even become Frayton's top socialite!

"Wow! It's Mr. Lloyd from Angle Group!"

Charlotte, reveling in the attention of passersby, suddenly heard a commotion in the crowd.

Then, she witnessed a limited edition Rolls-Royce Dawn gracefully pulling up in front of the hotel.

Keith was the first to step out, his towering 6'2" frame commanding admiration from the socialites.

And then, to everyone's astonishment, he smiled, bowed, and extended his hand to help someone out of the car.

Mr. Lloyd, notorious for his lack of involvement with women, had brought a companion this time?!

Curiosity peaked, the crowd craned their necks to catch a glimpse inside the car.

First emerged a pair of fair and slender legs adorned with exquisite black diamond high heels. They were followed by a black fishtail-style limited edition custom-made gown, accentuating the woman's exquisite and slender figure, rendering her impossible to look away from.

As the woman lifted her head, the crowd fell into stunned silence.

Her beauty was akin to that of a black swan—noble, cold, and irresistibly alluring.

And right in front of Charlotte stood Lyra, her face displaying not only astonishment but also shock.

Keith's companion turned out to be...

"Lyra?!"