My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Don’t Come Out and Disgrace Yourself

"Ah! What is my sister-in-law doing?"

The banquet hall manager quickly retrieved the key. He never expected that when he pushed the door open, Cecelia Archer would actually be inside.

Not only was she inside, but she was kneeling next to a man in a white shirt and black vest, heads bowed, doing something to another man lying on the sofa...

From the crowd’s perspective, the scene sent their imaginations running wild. Simone Vaughn was the first to cry out.

At her scream, Damien Vaughn’s expression turned grim as he strode into the lounge.

"Cecelia Archer, what are you doing?"

Cecelia Archer had already heard the commotion outside and knew Damien Vaughn had arrived. She didn’t panic, nor did she stop what she was doing.

"Saving someone. Mr. Grant isn’t feeling well. It’s a good thing you opened the door. Have a waiter get me a basin with some hot water."

The crowd followed in Damien Vaughn’s footsteps, moving past the coffee table to the sofa. Only then did they see clearly what she was doing.

The waiter was kneeling beside her holding a bag of water, while she massaged Shane Grant’s feet in it.

This...

Simone Vaughn and Annabelle Young exchanged a look. How was there a third person in the room? ’Damn it, we miscalculated!’

Damien Vaughn knew Shane Grant had a leg condition. Seeing him lying there, pale-faced, Damien’s brow remained tightly furrowed.

"What’s wrong with him?"

"It’s a lingering side effect from a past car accident. When the weather is damp and rainy, the pain becomes unbearable without painkillers."

Fine beads of sweat had formed on Cecelia Archer’s forehead. She explained as she continued the massage.

"Call a doctor to give him painkillers. You, stop. Dressed like that, kneeling on the ground to massage a man’s feet—what is this supposed to look like?"

Damien Vaughn tried to pull Cecelia Archer to her feet, but she dodged him.

"Is now really the time to worry about appearances? Where is the basin I asked for? Did anyone go get it?"

"Right, right, I’ll go right now."

The banquet hall manager scrambled to leave, but Shane Grant slowly opened his eyes.

"There’s no need."

He lifted his foot out of the water and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Much better. Thank you, Miss Archer. I appreciate your help."

Only after sitting up did Shane Grant notice the large crowd that had followed them in. His expression didn’t change as he calmly and elegantly adjusted his pant leg.

"My apologies, I seem to have made a scene. I’m fine now. You can all leave."

The waiter took the water to the restroom. Since he had recovered, Cecelia Archer also stood up.

"Maybe you shouldn’t attend the rest of the event. I can take you home now."

Shane Grant reached for a couple of tissues, elegantly wiped the sweat from his face, and looked at Cecelia Archer.

"I’m really fine. Who did you come with? Where’s Candy?" freewebnovёl.ƈom

’Are they really catching up in front of all these people?’

Damien Vaughn yanked Cecelia Archer’s arm. "Aren’t you going to wash your hands? Massaging his feet is one thing, but why was the door locked?"

At this, Cecelia Archer shot a cold look at Simone Vaughn.

"I’m afraid you’ll have to ask your sister about that. Simone, I don’t believe I’ve done anything to offend you, have I? If it weren’t for Mr. Grant, I’d still be locked in that restroom with this waiter. What exactly were you trying to accomplish by locking a man and a woman in a room together?"

Simone Vaughn’s face paled instantly. "What are you talking about, sister-in-law?" she stammered. "What do you mean, I locked you in? Didn’t you go to the restroom because you dirtied your dress? Annabelle and I went to a different restroom, so how could we have locked you in? Did you accidentally lock the door from the inside?"

Cecelia Archer sneered. "Wasn’t this your little plan? Did you two not rehearse your lines beforehand? If I had locked the door from the inside, could you have opened it with a key from the outside? Besides, why would I lock myself in with a male waiter? With so many guests out there, am I that desperate to start a scandal?"

"Well..."

Simone Vaughn didn’t know how to respond and secretly tugged on Annabelle Young’s sleeve. freeweɓnøvel.com

Annabelle Young truly detested this lucky woman. She said stubbornly, "Who knows? Anyway, we didn’t lock you in. We’re all friends here to enjoy the banquet. You make it sound as if we’d gain something from locking you up."

They knew perfectly well what they stood to gain, but without proof, Cecelia couldn’t call them out in public.

Cecelia Archer had originally wanted to get along with them, but now it seemed pointless.

She shot them a cold, sideways glance, no longer bothering to argue, and turned to wash her hands in the restroom.

But then, Shane Grant spoke up slowly.

"Didn’t the two of you say you hated her and that you were locking her in with a male waiter so you could watch her make a fool of herself in front of all the guests? Have you forgotten so soon?"

’What? He heard what we said?’

’But this is just one room, isn’t it?’

’It was just us a moment ago. Where on earth did this man come from?’

Annabelle Young and Simone Vaughn exchanged a panicked look.

But Annabelle Young was certain he had no proof, so she refused to admit anything.

"Sir, I don’t know what your relationship with Cecelia Archer is, but you can’t just help her twist the truth because she did you a favor. What do you mean we hate her and wanted to see her humiliated? Do you have any idea what our relationship is? Do you know that I just helped Cecelia Archer a few days ago? Slandering me in public has legal consequences. It’s your leg that’s unwell, not your brain. You should think before you speak."

She was trying to talk tough.

Shane Grant lifted his gaze and gave her a chilling look.

"Legal consequences? I didn’t think it through? I’m surprised you have such basic common sense. Since you know framing someone has legal consequences and did it anyway, you must be quite emboldened."

"Miss Archer, I have a video here. Since she’s acting so tough, why don’t you hand it over to the police? I’m curious to see just how powerful this young lady’s backing really is."

’He has a video?’

’Don’t tell me he actually recorded us locking Cecelia up and talking behind her back?’

Annabelle Young completely panicked. Flustered and furious, she lunged toward Shane Grant.

"You filmed me without my permission? That’s a violation of my privacy, you know that? Where’s the video? Show me! Delete it now!"

Shane Grant looked at her coldly. "With a face like yours, filming you would only disgrace my phone. After the police have seen it, I plan to throw the phone away without a second thought."

"You!"

As Annabelle Young spoke, she saw a black phone on the sofa next to him and reached out to grab it.

Damien Vaughn raised his long arm, blocking her path.

"Annabelle Young, haven’t you caused enough trouble?"

Annabelle Young’s eyes widened as she met an even colder gaze.

"Damien..."

"Pathetic. Childish. Was I not clear the other day, or is there something wrong with your head? Do you think this is fun?"

"..."

"For Brandon Jacobs’s sake, I’ll let tonight slide. But don’t let me see you ever again."

"And you, Simone Vaughn."

He shot another cold glare at the now-ashen Simone Vaughn.

"To pull a brainless stunt like this on your own family... you’re incorrigible. Go home. And in the future, don’t come out and embarrass yourself."