The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 43

"Let's stick to downtown," Zane said. "The hotels are much more comfortable."

Elara nodded. "Thank you."

"Don't you find commuting from the suburbs a bit far every day?"

As the saying goes, a lie requires another lie to cover it up.

Zane had to improvise. "I have a client staying out there, so I've been staying nearby."

Zane was the CEO of Whitaker Group. What kind of client would stay in the remote suburbs?

And one that required the CEO himself to relocate just to be near them?

Elara could only think of one possibility: his mistress.

Actually, 'mistress' probably wasn't the right word.

He was in his thirties and single. It was likely his ex-wife, Jocelyn Yale, the notorious she-devil of the City, who was too formidable to let anyone else be seen with him.

"I understand," she murmured.

Huh?

Zane was bewildered. What did she understand?

Why was he living on the outskirts?

The S680 had excellent soundproofing, leaving the cabin completely quiet.

Elara caught a faint whiff of sandalwood. It was likely the car's air freshener. The last time she lost her composure, she had smelled it on Zane, and it was incredibly soothing.

She glanced at the man driving. He was a powerhouse—a young, influential titan who held the fate of Vance Properties in his hands.

Women were often at a disadvantage in the corporate world due to the expectations of motherhood. The corporate ladder rarely waited for anyone to have a child, so companies often favored men with equal qualifications.

But women also had a unique weapon. Their bodies could negotiate contracts that words couldn't, as long as they were willing to cross that line.

She figured he already knew about her being taken to the police station for hiring escorts at his club.

The thought filled her with shame.

They had just 'bumped into' each other at that very club again.

His excellent upbringing prevented him from showing any contempt or disgust, but it didn't mean he wasn't judging her internally.

Even though she hadn't gone all the way that night, her clothes had come off, and a man had kissed her thighs. She was already tainted.

Everything Julian had screamed at her was technically true.

Her high-and-mighty aloofness was probably just a joke in the eyes of others.

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