Chapter 1548: Chapter 1551

Chapter 1551

Tyler calmly interrupted Vicky's words. "Are you trying to say I dragged you into the room?"

Vicky opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Tyler continued, "There are surveillance cameras

in the corridor, Ms. Shaw. It's better not to make baseless claims."

Vicky's expression turned bitter. “Tyler, don't tell me you conveniently forgot everything that happened

last night.” His tone was indifferent. "I was drunk.”

Being drunk seemed a universal excuse for most misconduct. It seemed that as long as someone was

inebriated, any action could be excused.

Vicky nodded. “Alright, so you were drunk and don't remember anything. I'll explain the whole situation

to you, then, Mister Hart. Yesterday night, I ran into you in the elevator...”

Tyler questioned, "In the elevator? How convenient.”

Vicky knew what he was suspecting and took a deep breath.

“Harvey got drunk, and I was taking him back to his room. When we were getting off the elevator, I ran

into you.”

“Getting off the elevator? If I recall correctly, I should've been heading upstairs to rest, right?”

"... Yes."

"I was going upstairs, and you were going downstairs. How did we run into each other?”

“The elevator...suddenly stopped at my floor. I thought it was going down, so I didn't think much and got

in.”

Tyler smiled. "Oh, quite the coincidence. What happened next?”

Vicky was not oblivious to the sarcasm in his words. She took another deep breath and continued, “You

were quite intoxicated, and when the elevator reached your floor, you didn't get off right away. I noticed

you didn't look too well, so I helped you get off.”

Tyler narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "What a kind-hearted person you are, Ms. Shaw.”

Since she was calmer, Vicky regretted assisting him yesterday. However, she had not thought that

much in the heat of the moment. When she saw that he was unwell, her body moved before she could

think clearly.

“What else happened?" Tyler prompted.

Vicky steadied her mind. "You... You mistook me for a server and asked me to take you to your room.

Then, you—"

“Ms. Shaw, do we know each other?”

Tyler's words caused Vicky to freeze. She stared into his eyes, and her heart raced. “Why do you keep

asking me this?”

The look in Tyler's eyes darkened. "You only need to answer with ‘yes’ or 'no’.”

Hesitating, she said, "Yes, we have met a few times, but… we're hardly familiar with each other, are

we?"

“Is that so?”

Vicky studied his face. "Yeah."

"Didn't you think it's dangerous to send a drunk stranger back to his room?" He shot her a half-smile. “If

you don't know me that well, that indicates you were plotting to sleep with me. Is there a problem with

that logic?”

Indeed, Tyler's logic seemed reasonable. Ordinary people would not simply send a drunk man back to

his room out of kindness.

“So, did I force myself on you, or was that consensual?”

Tyler pressed on.

Vicky was instantly rendered speechless, and Tyler shot her a sidelong glance. "You tried to prove your

innocence by explaining what happened last night, but so what? What are you trying to say? Do you

want me to take responsibility? Do you want me to call off my engagement and marry you instead?”