Bait for a Gentleman novel Chapter 115

Following the trending search scandal, the network conducted a comprehensive reassessment of Audrina.

Only then did people realize she was the Monroe heiress, Zachary Sutton's fiancée, and had the full backing of the Everest Law Group.

Fearing she wouldn't be able to handle the on-screen gossip, Martin Hughes pulled her aside for a chat, asking if she wanted to continue hosting or move behind the scenes.

Naturally, for the sake of the program's ratings, he preferred she stay.

Audrina felt the same but still requested a transfer.

The station staff was now incredibly polite to her.

She got her wish and transferred to *Corner Office*, working on interview-based programs. Once her colleagues found out about her background, no one dared to slight her again.

Lately, work had been smooth sailing.

Yet, whenever things quieted down, an empty feeling would creep in, as if something was missing.

That night, Sebastian had half-jokingly asked if he should book her a flight to New York.

She had coyly laughed it off, saying, "Too much effort to fly."

She hadn't spoken to him since.

But occasionally, she would open his chat, staring blankly at his last message: *"Ready to sign."* She would type out a few words, wanting to say something, only to delete them.

She couldn't quite put her finger on the feeling.

It was like a house you had lived in for ages being suddenly emptied of all its furniture—spacious, but hollow. The wind blew in through the windows, swirling around the empty rooms, unable to find an exit.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed. It was April 10th. Audrina took the day off from the network.

Today, the final batch of equity transfer procedures was officially completed. The proxy relationship was dissolved, all shares were transferred back from Zachary's name, and the registration was fully finalized.

When she came downstairs, Zachary was already waiting.

The Maybach was parked by the curb. Seeing her approach, he put out his cigarette and opened the car door.

The car merged off the main road, heading toward the outskirts of the city.

The April breeze slipped in through the crack in the window, carrying the scent of fresh grass and earth. The Sutton estate on the edge of town always boasted the most beautiful magnolias this time of year, making it Waldo's favorite place to celebrate his birthday.

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Meanwhile, a Gulfstream G800 taxied into a private bay on the tarmac. A tall, striking man was already descending the stairs.

An impeccably tailored suit wrapped his broad shoulders and long legs, radiating an innate, aristocratic elegance with every move.

Layne walked beside Sebastian, running through the upcoming itinerary.

"Mr. Hawthorne, should we have the birthday gifts delivered directly to Mr. Sutton's banquet?"

The harsh afternoon sunlight traced the man's flawless profile. Perhaps due to the fatigue of a long-haul flight, a trace of lethargy lingered on his face.

Sebastian replied coolly, "Yes. Just hand that necklace over to me. You can take the rest of the gifts ahead. I'll catch a ride with Carter."