Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 2259

Chapter 2259

William brought Hazel back to the castle he was staying in. When he heard her talk about the explosion and how the driver and two other bodyguards had escaped safe and sound, he drew his brows together.

William brought Hazel back to the castle he was staying in. When he heard her talk about the explosion and how the driver and two other bodyguards had escaped safe and sound, he drew his brows together.

“What's the matter?” Hazel queried. “Did we do something wrong?”

“Not exactly,” William responded in a solemn tone. “I just think that you should have been meticulous in the act. Others would assume that your body was destroyed in the explosion if they couldn't find your body. However, if the driver's and the subordinates' bodies couldn't be found as well, it would be obvious to anyone that this was a trick.”

“So what?” Hazel countered. “I can't possibly let my men die, right? They've been working for me for years, and I can't bring myself to be that ruthless. Besides, I've already had a falling out with Mrs. President. What could she do even if she found out that I was tricking her? It's not as if they can find me.”

“The lack of bodies means they can persuade the media to think that this was a trick meant to set Mrs. President up,” William pointed out with a frown. “It's a lousy trick, and one that anyone can see through it.”

“I...” Hazel froze. She had not given it much thought.

“Does that mean our efforts have been for naught?” Monica quickly asked.

“Not completely,” William reassured. “They're already starting to talk about Mrs. President. We could have defeated her with just one strike, but Ms. Atkinson's mercy meant that this thing will have to last longer. It's just a battle of manipulating public opinion now to see who will be the victor.”

“I'm sorry,” Hazel said guiltily. “It could have been a perfect plan, but I ruined it. Still, I can't bring myself to let my men die.”

“You're kind, Ms. Atkinson.” William looked at her in approval. “It's a good thing.”

His gaze made Hazel nervous, and she hastily lowered her head.

At that, Monica's heart lurched.

“Get some rest and don't think about it anymore. Prioritize your recovery,” William consoled. “You can leave the rest to me.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Hazel rose to her feet, still not daring to look at William.

“Send Ms. Atkinson to the guest room,” Monica quickly instructed the maid.