CHAPTER 47: WHO HELPED?

The next morning, Beatrice walked into Andrew’s office, dressed in her work attire, professional on the outside, but her intention calculated. The top button of her blouse was left undone on purpose, not enough to look inappropriate, but enough to turn gazes, in the name of feeling uncomfortable because it felt so tight when she sat.

"Morning," she said with a smile, placing the file of the recent report from the PR team on the table.

Andrew closed the laptop, rubbing his temples with a tired sigh. It was good she didn’t say good morning, because nothing about this morning felt good to him.

His gaze flickered down for a second before it quickly averted to her eyes.

"You shouldn’t wear something that makes you so uncomfortable," he said, his brows pulling together.

Beatrice froze for a second. This wasn’t the reaction she was expecting. Maybe this tactic didn’t always work. Or perhaps it was because the man did not want anyone else but himself to see her like this? The thought alone put her in a good mood, and she pouted.

"How can I not? You bought it for me," she said.

Andrew shook his head. "Then I’ll buy you a new one for you later. We are at work, Bea," he said, but didn’t look annoyed.

"I’ll keep that in mind, sir," Beatrice said, earning a faint smile from Andrew.

"You are really not a secretary of mine. You will soon be leading the branch in New York. Or do you have a different location in mind?" He asked.

Beatrice pressed her lips into a thin line, a slight hesitation evident in her eyes.

"On the contrary, can I not go ever?" She asked.

Andrew raised his brows at her words as he opened the file, nodding at her to continue speaking.

"I was wondering if I could pursue my career in acting. I know it’s a bit short notice, but I didn’t know I would like it that much. I just wanted to enter the business world for my parents and because I wanted to be your partner in something." Beatrice dropped a sly hint before clearing her throat.

"It’s one of the largest projects, and I want to continue. If it’d be alright with you, of course," Beatrice said.

Her hesitation softened the man’s heart.

He liked that about her; she always seemed to prioritize the happiness of those around her. That’s why he wanted to protect her so much, just like she protected him.

Andrew snapped out of his thoughts.

No. It was wrong. He was a married man. He told himself.

"It’s your life, Bea. I’ll support whatever you choose," he said, and Beatrice’s eyes sparkled at his assurance.

"Anyways, you didn’t answer me. How is everything going?" She asked.

Andrew sighed at her question and massaged his forehead.

"Nothing’s going alright. Carla’s scandal, grandpa’s birthday, the stakeholders’ meetings, and Elara’s sudden tantrum about wanting a divorce have—"

"Elara wants a divorce?" Beatrice cut him off mid-sentence.

Andrew paused. He hadn’t intended to tell anyone about this, afraid that the more people who know about it, the more they’ll make fun of her when she backs out at the last second.

There was no way that woman really wanted to separate from him.

"She is throwing a tantrum again because she saw those photos from that night when your ankle got hurt," Andrew said.

Beatrice nodded in understanding, appearing concerned.

"Don’t blame yourself if that’s what you are going to do. She has a habit of doing things randomly to draw my attention," Andrew said.

What he did not know was that Beatrice had sent more pictures to Elara to break her heart, and Elara’s heart leapt with joy at the news he gave her. It was a good thing for her.

The seed of divorce was finally planted, and now all she needed to do was ensure that it blooms.

"Sir, there’s some good news." Jason walked inside the cabin after knocking, nodding at Beatrice in acknowledgement.

"What is it?" Andrew asked.

It has been days since he heard this word.

"The rumors about Miss Carla have stopped spreading. Someone pulled them off. The stocks are recovering, too," Jason said.

Andrew stood up in surprise.

"Really? Who did it?" He asked.

Jason shrugged his shoulders.

"We are not entirely sure about that. Since we never found the real culprit, it’s hard to find who came forward to help," Jason said.

"That’s good. It stopped before the news could reach Grandpa. Go inform the stakeholders first," Andrew said.

Beatrice, who looked at how happy Andrew was, couldn’t help but smile, jumping at the opportunity.

"I had talked to my uncle to deal with this since he has many connections in the IT department. I didn’t know they would be so quick. If I had known, I would’ve asked for this favor sooner." Beatrice blinked her eyes innocently in confusion.

Jason, while leaving the room, looked at the girl with knitted brows. He didn’t know if he was right, but she definitely didn’t look like someone who helped them.

Then again, without proof, what could be proved?

"You helped?" Andrew asked.

"Of course. I saw how anxious you were about this and how things were going downhill. I am your best friend, Andrew. I really care about you. Seeing you in pain and trouble puts my heart at unease, too. If I won’t help you, who will? " She asked, placing her hand on his subtly.

Andrew smiled gratefully before holding her hand to thank her.

"Thank you so much, Beatrice. You have no idea how much this means to me," Andrew said, completely unaware it was Elara who pulled the rumors back.

"On one side, you are standing by my side and helping me when you have no such relationship with me, and on the other side, my wife is actually making things difficult for me. Rather than helping me, she wants to sing in the drama now, taking away Carla’s opportunity." Andrew shook his head.

Beatrice, who was about to leave to make a call to her uncle to pretend that he did the work if Andrew called him to thank him, stopped walking when she heard his words.

What did he say?

Elara was doing what?

"What do you mean?" Beatrice looked at him.

"Elara. She is chosen as the lead singer in the drama you are working on. She had a habit of humming while cooking. I never knew she was that talented. I heard her sing, and it was actually good. Best, I would say," Andrew said.

Beatrice’s smile turned bitter as soon as he said those words.

Was she entering the same world as here? First, she coveted Andrew from her, and now she wanted to take away that fame, too?

Over her dead body! Beatrice smiled.

"I didn’t know," she said before leaving to make the call.

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