The Husband I Loved for Eight Years Never Loved Me-Chapter 85: Inexplicable Vexation
Chapter 85: A Vague Annoyance
Rachel Royce looked at Suzanne Sullivan. "In that case, Iโll be blunt."
Suzanne Sullivanโs attitude was sincere as he said, "Please, go ahead." ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ฟ๐๐ต.๐๐๐
"Today, a post slandering me was published on a financial forum. Iโm sure President Sullivan is too busy to have noticed, but you can take a look."
Although the original poster had already deleted it, Rachel Royce had saved the post. She handed the tablet in her hands to Suzanne Sullivan.
Suzanne Sullivan reached out and took the tablet. He was truly unaware of the post Rachel Royce had mentioned.
His expression darkened as he read the contents on the tablet.
Rachel Royce continued, "The poster was anonymous, but Iโve already identified him. Itโs Ethan Chapman, the PR manager at Vanguard."
Suzanne Sullivan frowned and looked up at Rachel Royce.
"Ethan Chapman and I donโt move in the same circles. I donโt know him, and weโve never had any interaction. I honestly canโt think of any reason he would maliciously target me."
"Furthermore, very few people knew I was in contact with President Sterlingโs daughter. Miss Ainsworth was one of them."
"This incident has caused significant damage to my reputation."
"..."
Although she hadnโt spelled it out, her meaning was crystal clear.
Suzanne Sullivan put down the tablet, his handsome face grim.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke. "I need to make a call first."
With that, he took out his phone, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and dialed a number. The call connected quickly.
Rachel Royce overheard him asking someone to contact Ethan Chapman and have him come over immediately.
Suzanne Sullivan wasnโt just taking her word for it; after all, this concerned his most beloved sister.
A face-to-face confrontation would be for the best.
Suzanne Sullivan hung up, walked back over to Rachel Royce, and said, "Miss Evelynn, you probably havenโt had dinner yet. Would you like to eat first? I will get to the bottom of this once the person arrives."
Rachel Royce replied, "Thank you for the kind offer, President Sullivan, but you can go about your business. Iโll just wait here for him."
Suzanne Sullivan didnโt insist. "Very well."
With that, he turned and headed upstairs.
ใHalf an hour later.ใ
Ethan Chapman rushed to the villa.
When he saw Rachel Royce sitting in the living room, he instantly stiffened. Though he had never met her in person, he had seen photos. She was even more stunning than her pictures.
Rachel Royce watched him, taking in the fleeting panic in his eyes.
Just then, Suzanne Sullivan came downstairs, having changed into a set of casual clothes.
"President Sullivan."
Ethan Chapman hurriedly greeted him with a respectful nod.
This was his first time meeting the young president of the corporation. He had long heard of President Sullivanโs iron-fisted methods, and now, seeing him in person, the manโs calm yet imposing aura was naturally intimidating.
Suzanne Sullivan descended the stairs.
Ethan Chapman followed him to the sofa and stopped. Suzanne Sullivan glanced at Rachel Royce. Understanding his silent request, Rachel opened the tablet again and handed it to him.
Suzanne Sullivan passed it directly to Ethan Chapman. His voice was deep, carrying the oppressive weight of a superior. "Take a look."
Ethan Chapmanโs heart leaped into his throat. He hastily took the tablet with both hands. The moment he saw the post, although he had anticipated this, he couldnโt help but feel terrified.
He forced himself to appear calm and asked in feigned confusion, "President Sullivan, what is the meaning of this?"
Suzanne Sullivan raised his eyes to look at him.
That sharp, cold gaze seemed as if it could see right through a person. Ethan Chapman felt as if a hand was gripping his neck, making it difficult to breathe.
"This Miss Evelynn says that you were the one who made the post."
Ethan Chapman looked at Rachel Royce and staunchly denied it. "Miss, weโve never met. Why would you slander me like this?"
Rachel Royce let out a cold laugh. "Thatโs right, weโve never met. So why did you spread rumors and slander me?"
With that, she stepped forward, took the tablet from his hands, and immediately pulled up an account. "Are you going to deny that you were the one who registered this account?"
The screen showed the information for the account Ethan Chapman had registered on the forum with his phone. Although he had promptly deleted the account, it was easy to recover through technical means.
Ethan Chapmanโs face turned pale as he looked at the account information.
He wanted to deny it, but the evidence was right in front of him. Unable to argue, he could only hang his head in silence, not daring to look at Suzanne Sullivan.
Suzanne Sullivanโs dark eyes stared at him. "Why did you do it?"
Ethan Chapman shot a panicked glance at Suzanne Sullivan, opened his mouth, but ultimately didnโt dare to say a word and lowered his head again.
Just then, Ethan Chapmanโs phone started to vibrate.
He frantically pulled his phone from his pocket and saw the caller ID: it was Claire Ainsworth.
When his superior had called earlier to say that Suzanne Sullivan was looking for him and that he should head to Hawthorne Manor immediately, he had sensed something was wrong. He had tried calling Claire Ainsworth, but the call hadnโt gone through.
He looked at Suzanne Sullivan, trembling, unsure whether he should answer the phone.
He heard the manโs cold voice say, "Answer it."
With trembling fingers, Ethan Chapman pressed the answer key and held the phone to his ear. He heard Claire Ainsworthโs arrogant, condescending tone. "What is it?"
Listening to Claire Ainsworthโs voice, Ethan Chapman had no idea how to respond.
Hearing no response, Claire Ainsworth grew impatient.
"Give me the phone."
Ethan Chapman quickly stepped forward and handed the phone to Suzanne Sullivan.
"Claire."
Claire Ainsworth was taken aback for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Brother?"
Suzanne Sullivan asked directly, "The post Ethan Chapman put online, did you tell him to do it?" There was no harshness in his tone, just a calm inquiry.
The other end of the line was silent for a long moment.
Claire Ainsworth didnโt deny it. "I was the one who told him to post it. Did she come to you about it, Brother?"
Suzanne Sullivan asked, "Why would you do that?"
Claire Ainsworth replied, "She shouldnโt have provoked people she canโt afford to offend. Donโt think I donโt know what sheโs plotting. I just wanted to teach her a lesson."
Listening to Claire Ainsworthโs voice on the phone, Rachel Royce wished she could reach through the receiver and slap her a few times. To speak with such shameless arrogance, she must think Rachel is completely powerless against her.
Suzanne Sullivan rubbed the bridge of his nose, his voice growing heavier. "Claire, you went too far."
Claire Ainsworth scoffed, unconcerned. "How much money does she want? We can just pay her off. Why are you getting mad at me, Brother?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Tristan Sterlingโs voice could be faintly heard from the other end of the line. "Whatโs wrong?"
"Tristan."
Claire Ainsworth called out his name with a sob in her voice, and then hung up the phone.
Suzanne Sullivan returned the phone to Ethan Chapman and saw the ugly look on Rachel Royceโs face. He said, "What Claire did was indeed out of line. I can apologize to you on her behalf, Miss Evelynn. Please, feel free to state any demands you have."
Rachel Royce let out a cold, sarcastic laugh. "President Sullivan, you certainly dote on your little sister."
โClaire Ainsworth truly had the capital to be so arrogant. No matter what she didโeven murder or arsonโsomeone would surely clean up her mess. Slandering me was nothing in comparison.โ
Suzanne Sullivan saw the mockery in the womanโs eyes, and a vague sense of unease rose in his heart. He didnโt respond to Rachel Royceโs words.
