Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 502 - 264: I Actually Care About You a Lot 4

Rebecca Quentin hurriedly interjected, "How is that possible, Doctor Robinson? You have such great qualities, you can have any young and beautiful girl you want; the nurses at the hospital are all infatuated with you... I’m just benefiting too much from being your neighbor, that’s a bit embarrassing."

Chester Robinson only smiled without speaking, not replying to Rebecca Quentin.

Rebecca Quentin dared not continue speaking, avoiding reopening such an awkward topic by accident.

The car smoothly stopped at the entrance of "QCS," and Rebecca Quentin quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out, saying hurriedly, "I’m running late, I’ll go ahead..."

With those words thrown behind her, Rebecca Quentin ran towards "QCS" without looking back.

Chester Robinson leaned against the seat, leisurely watching Rebecca Quentin’s urgent departure with a playful smile. Late? Wasn’t there ample time just now?

It wasn’t until Rebecca Quentin walked through the gates of "QCS" that she breathed a sigh of relief.

Strangely, after Christine Quinn mentioned it, facing Chester Robinson suddenly felt extremely awkward to her.

Rebecca Quentin, carrying the drawings she had been working on at home, was about to enter the elevator but was abruptly squeezed out by a group of colleagues inside.

Thinking the storm had passed, Rebecca Quentin was momentarily stunned. But upon reflection, even if this matter had passed, she remained the one who came between Howard Geoffrey and Alice Robinson in everyone’s eyes; after all, Howard Geoffrey’s girlfriend is now Alice Robinson, and everyone naturally sided with Alice Robinson.

Since everyone didn’t want to share an elevator with her, she would wait for the next one!

While waiting for the next elevator, Rebecca Quentin happened to encounter Manager Smith.

Manager Smith seemed somewhat surprised by Rebecca Quentin’s presence, furrowing his brows slightly, "I thought you wouldn’t come today."

Rebecca Quentin replied with a faint smile, "I took a week’s leave from you!"

"I’m glad you’re willing to come to work; I originally wanted you to rest a few more days."

"I’m alright, Manager; I’ve had enough rest."

"Good, the company is always a place where people gossip; no one can control their mouths, so you can only not take it to heart."

"Hmm."

Returning to the office, the shadows from a week ago had completely cleared from Rebecca Quentin’s mood.

However, the office wasn’t as peaceful as Rebecca Quentin had imagined. As she walked into the company, the eyes began to focus on her again, each gaze harboring ill intentions.

With a sweeping glance around, Rebecca Quentin found today’s situation was not much better than a week ago.

Then, the deliberately loud voices of two female colleagues reached Rebecca Quentin’s ears―

"Some people have a thicker skin than centuries-old ice, still have the face to go out openly and work..."

"Yeah, people need face just like trees need bark, but some people just have no shame..."

Rebecca Quentin sat down at her desk, her mood visibly affected by the colleagues’ "high talk," with the smile already gone from her face.

Why is everyone’s discussion still so "intense"?

Rebecca Quentin promptly searched through the newspapers from the past two days, quickly finding today’s newspaper and the latest issue of E Weekly Magazine.

The headline on both the newspaper and magazine was―Mayor Louise’s only daughter suspected of engaging in escort work in France.

Fortunately, today’s headline was not the same as the previous issue, Rebecca Quentin let out a massive sigh of relief. However, upon turning to the second page of the magazine, her body stiffened slightly.

Oh no...

Alice Robinson’s narrative news was still in the magazine, only moved from the headline to an inside page.

While this is good since the headline carries the most impact, for Rebecca Quentin, it felt like a bolt from the blue hit her.

Shouldn’t the magazine have pulled these stories? Why are these stories still here?

Could it be...

Rebecca Quentin suddenly sat upright, her eyes sinking into a deep color.

Did he not handle this matter at all?

Upon realizing this fact, Rebecca Quentin’s slender body heavily sank back into the chair, her eyes vacant.

If he personally contacted them, these stories wouldn’t have appeared in any newspaper or magazine...

But if he hadn’t contacted them, why did the reporters who were constantly flocking downstairs suddenly disappear?

Rebecca Quentin’s blank gaze covered the magazine on the table; suddenly, her vision focused on the striking headline in the magazine.