Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 87

Stacey still wanted to put up a fight. The thought of having to eat humble pie in front of Rosemary just didn't sit right with her. But the woman next to her jumped in first - she was the waitress from the teahouse.

"Alright, alright! Ms. Chambers,” she got up, aiming to approach Rosemary but was promptly shoved back into her seat by a bodyguard.

"Back in the day, I foolishly shared the audio with a friend, and then.” She glared daggers at Stacey, “This one cornered me, wouldn't take no for an answer, and insisted I sell her the private room's surveillance footage. She claimed she was your sister and that the video did a number on your rep. She seemed legit, so I sold it to her. But little did I know she'd be so venomous as to leak it to the media!"

Her story was a mix of truth and lies, but Stacey didn't bother to argue. She looked up at Rosemary with her nose in the air, "I gave it to the media, so what? Rosemary, were those things not true? I exposed more than just the audio. If it weren't for me blasting those photos of you and Mr. Templeton out there, how could someone like you even dream of marrying Mr. Templeton?"

Right after she leaked the audio, the photos of Rosemary and Maxwell leaving the hotel hit the trending topic in a hot second.

Stacey scoffed with disdain, "You're playing the field with Mr. Gellar while hopping into bed with Mr. Templeton - playing the saint but acting the sinner."

Rosemary stepped up to her, "You leaked the audio to the media?"

"Yes."

"And you took the photos of me and Maxwell leaving the hotel?"

Rosemary remembered that night at the hotel. Larry had already whisked Stacey and her mom out of the country. How could Stacey have taken the photos?

Stacey admitted without batting an eyelash, "Yes."

Rosemary nodded slightly and, in the next second, delivered a slap to Stacey's face! The slap was so fierce that Stacey was left dazed, her ears ringing and stars dancing before her eyes. It took her a good ten seconds to come back to reality, and she lunged at Rosemary like a fishwife.

"Rosemary, how dare you hit me!"

But before she could reach Rosemary, she was restrained by the bodyguard. Stacey glared at her, wishing she could tear her apart limb by limb!

Rosemary sneered, "Did you think you didn't deserve it?"

She looked at her own reddened palm with disgust and rubbed it against Maxwell's clothes, "You got my hand dirty."

Killing two birds with one stone, Rosemary finally felt a bit better after stewing all night. She huffed at Maxwell and stormed off.

Once in the car, Maxwell asked her nonchalantly, "Just gonna let it go?"

"What else can I do, murder her?"

She surely wouldn’t let go, but considering Stacey's thick skin, trying to blow off steam by hitting her would just be shooting herself in the foot.

Maxwell's gaze fell on her reddened palm, "Does it hurt?"

Rosemary quickly hid her hand behind her back as if jolted by electricity. This guy must be up to no good, suddenly asking about her hand. It couldn't possibly be a sudden bout of conscience, could it?

"What are you up to?"

Maxwell gave her a contemptuous look, "Just fear you may extort something from me."