Chapter 122
Harrison slid into the backseat, his expression perfectly composed, betraying almost no reaction at all.
Felicity’s actions had started with good intentions–she’d only meant to stand up for Dames–but things had quickly spiraled out of her control. Now, public opinion was running wild.
“Mr. Vaughn!” Secretary Burnett rapped anxiously on the car door. As the window rolled down, he thrust his phone inside.
“Sir, there’s a video of Miss Felicity going viral online. It’s… not good.”
Harrison took the phone. The screen showed a grainy, secretly–recorded clip.
Felicity sat sideways across a man’s lap, dressed in a tank top and black denim shorts, her pale legs stretched out. She dangled a wine glass between her lips, then tipped it toward the man’s mouth, feeding him a drink.
He fumbled, bumping his mouth on the rim. The glass slipped from his hand and fell, and for a split second, it looked as if Felicity’s lips brushed his.
“Holy hell!” Felicity’s voice rang out first, laughing as she smacked the man’s chest. “Simon, you loser! Can’t even hold your liquor?”
The man, Simon Waverly, puffed out his chest and nudged her back, grinning. “Wanna bet I can? I’ll prove it to you!”
Felicity shot back another teasing insult, while everyone around them cheered and egged them on.
Simon Waverly–three years ago, he’d chased after a girl from the wrong side of the -tracks, so fiercely in love that not even a broken leg from his disapproving family could stop him from marrying her. Their wedding had been the talk of the city, and even now, people online still gushed about their storybook romance.
But with this video, Simon’s reputation as the perfect husband was in shambles, and Felicity–caught on his lap–would be the next target for public outrage.
Before the video even finished, Secretary Burnett’s phone started to ring.
Harrison glanced at the screen: “Adrian.”
A heavy shadow settled over him as he pressed the answer button.
A man’s voice came through, lazy, and irreverent, practically mocking. “Secretary
Burnett, put Mr. Vaughn on for me, will you?”
“I’m here,” Harrison replied coolly.
Adrian let out a low, taunting laugh. “So, have you seen the little scandal everyone’s sharing online?”
Harrison turned his head slightly, his chiseled features catching the cold glint of the streetlights.
“You’re helping Selene get back at Felicity, ruining her reputation. Why tell me?”
His tone was detached, almost bored, as he offered Adrian a pointed suggestion. “Shouldn’t you be off bragging to Selene? Go ahead–be her knight in shining armor, her second chance at happiness. If she’s so moved, maybe she’ll bring the kids over to your place, cook you dinner, and do your laundry.”
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