Instead of making his way out of the study, he asked after pausing for a few seconds, “Mr. Hayes, why have you caused Mrs. Hayes to misperceive something’s going on between you and Ms. Rocke when Ms. Rocke was merely there for a short while—”
Karl’s voice trailed off toward the end because he was well aware Roxanne had merely spent half an hour in Sebastian’s room last night.
He had been keeping an eye on Sebastian outside of the hotel. Thus, he knew they couldn’t do much within half an hour.
She mentioned something along the line of hypnotizing Mr. Hayes when she was at the hospital! I’m pretty sure she has been lying again because there was no way she could get everything done within thirty minutes!
As confused as Karl might be, Sebastian had no intention to explain himself.
Sebastian went dead silent for a long time. In the end, he said in a dejected tone, “It doesn’t really matter as long as it gets her to sign.”
Karl didn’t even flinch when he had to take their foes out on the battlefield—he couldn’t believe he would have a hard time catching his breath due to a mundane issue between a husband and a wife.
What the heck is going on? Urgh! That’s it! I’m getting out of here!
The infuriated Karl stomped his way out of the study.
Two hours later, someone from Hayes Residence informed Sebastian that Sasha had sneaked her way into the late Frederick’s bedroom and retrieved a stack of something from a locked wardrobe.
Karl felt a strong urge to figure out the things Sasha had retrieved, but he was afraid of confronting the woman in fear of alarming their foes after plotting against them for such a long time.
Thus, they had a long night since they had different things in mind.
Sasha finally returned to the ward with the stack of letters and found out those were nothing more than love letters with lustful contents.
In spite of being a woman, Yancy was the aggressive one. She didn’t bother to conceal the sort of lust she had for Frederick and shared the wild fantasies she had with him.
Sir, I have never seen such a masculine figure throughout my entire life! I think I have a thing for you!
Sir, how does it feel to kiss me on the lips? I’m sure it feels different, doesn’t it? Don’t you think I’m better than your wife?
Sir, I need you! Can you please drop by my place and keep me company?
Sasha could barely brace herself through the lustful contents and felt a strong urge to puke by the end of the session.
As a matter of fact, those couldn’t be considered love letters when she was just a mistress writing in to seduce a married man. It was the only mean of communication since phones weren’t a thing back then.
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