After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 107: I’m the One Who Pursued Her, Pestering Relentlessly
When Rachel Yates dropped to her knees, all eyes in the room turned to Moira Sloan.
Rachel Yates knelt ramrod straight. Her slender frame, combined with her pale face, made her look utterly pitiful.
A moment later, tears streamed down her cheeks as she bit her trembling lower lip and looked up at Moira Sloan.
It looked like a plea for mercy, but it was actually an aggressive confrontation.
Moira Sloan looked down at her, a ghost of a smile touching her lips as she casually lifted the corner of one eye. She didn’t speak right away.
Moira Sloan remained silent, but someone in the crowd of onlookers spoke up.
"Moira Sloan? Is that *the* Moira Sloan?"
"The one and only. Master Kain Alden’s star pupil, the one who used to date the President of the Jennings Group."
"Didn’t she leave the industry for plagiarizing someone’s work?"
"Who knows? She’s got connections. Mr. Quinn is her senior, after all."
"People like her are disgusting. They use their connections to do whatever they want. She just bats her eyes and claims someone else’s hard work as her own. Isn’t she afraid of karma?"
...
Hearing the gossip swirling around them, the color drained from Flora Rhodes’s face. She looked ready to step forward and argue.
Sensing Flora Rhodes’s intent, Moira Sloan put out a hand to stop her. She then turned her gaze to Rachel Yates and spoke unhurriedly. "When did I ever say you seduced Shane Jennings?"
Rachel Yates stammered, "You..."
Moira Sloan sneered. "Rachel Yates, sounds like a guilty conscience to me."
Before Rachel Yates could retort, Moira Sloan continued, "Besides, what does you seducing Shane Jennings have to do with me? I broke up with him over six months ago. His wife now is Cassie Blanchett, and my boyfriend is Connor Quinn. With a single, baseless accusation, you’ve just dragged four people into an embarrassing situation. Not a good look, is it?"
Rachel Yates was left speechless.
As Moira Sloan’s words sank in, people in the crowd started to realize the truth of what she’d said.
Someone whispered, "That’s right, didn’t President Jennings just get married? To Cassie Blanchett from The Blanchett Clan."
Another person chimed in, "Exactly. President Jennings is a married man. Even if Rachel Yates really wanted to be let off the hook, she shouldn’t be asking Moira Sloan."
Then, someone else in the crowd said in a low voice, "Have you guys heard? There were rumors a while back about Rachel Yates and President Jennings. I heard the Jennings and Blanchett families teamed up to squash them."
"Seriously?"
"Rachel Yates and President Jennings? But wasn’t she supposed to be Moira Sloan’s best friend? Stealing her bestie’s man?"
"And have you all forgotten? The person who reported Moira Sloan back then was Rachel Yates."
Some things are like a tangled ball of yarn.
If no one brings them up, they stay forgotten.
But as soon as someone pulls on a loose thread, others will naturally start unraveling the rest.
And since none of it was much of a secret to begin with, a little digging was all it took to reveal everything.
Rachel Yates had planned to use public opinion to catch Moira Sloan off guard and force her to leave the competition. She never expected the tables to turn so suddenly. Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. Her kneeling back began to tremble, and her face grew even paler.
Just then, a staff member from the competition stepped forward to disperse the crowd of onlookers.
Fearing they would leave a bad impression on the judges, everyone quickly scattered, no matter how much they wanted to keep watching the drama unfold.
Once the area had cleared, leaving only Moira Sloan, Flora Rhodes, and Rachel Yates, Moira crouched down. She leaned close to Rachel’s ear and let out a low, derisive chuckle. "Scared already?"
Rachel Yates froze.
Moira Sloan gave a lazy smile. "I don’t mind telling you, the only reason I’m here today is to watch your downfall. I was planning on a single, fatal blow, but I didn’t expect you to serve yourself up on a platter."
"Moira..." Rachel Yates whispered.
"Don’t bother begging," Moira said. "And you can save the damsel-in-distress act. We’ve known each other for years. You of all people should know my personality. I never let a grudge go unsettled."
Of course, Rachel Yates knew exactly what kind of person Moira Sloan was.
It was precisely that knowledge that terrified her, causing her to panic and resort to such a desperate measure.
Rachel Yates’s voice was raspy. The hand at her side clenched the fabric of her tweed jacket. "Moira, it wasn’t easy for me to get this far. I..."
Moira Sloan cut her off with a cold laugh. "Not easy for you? Who has it easy?"
"Moira, I can apologize," Rachel Yates said, her voice choked with tears.
"I don’t need a verbal apology," Moira said. "If you’re truly sorry, then you’ll accept what’s coming to you."
As Moira was crouched down talking to Rachel Yates, she didn’t notice two figures standing in the doorway of a nearby lounge.
One was elderly, the other young and tall.
The older man asked suspiciously, "When did you get a girlfriend?"
The younger man’s expression was cold and stern. "Not long ago."
He then added, "I pursued her. Relentlessly."
