âDoes he have any notable background?â Rosalynn asked.
After a pause, Edwin replied, âHeâs sort of Aldrich Hughesâ uncle-in-law, a distant relative.
â
Aldrichâs relative? Rosalynnâs eyes flicked towards Brian, a subtle shift in her expression.
It seemed Aldrich had a hand in running the Jeyrith branch.
Piecing it all together, she was sure Betsyâs sudden transfer to headquarters wasnât coincidental.
Brian immediately connected the dots.
He expression grew serious.
âEdwin, after you return, send me a full report on Betsy Ruiz.
â
âConsider it done, Mr.
Hughes.
Thereâs another matter.
Apparently, thereâs unrest at Skyline Garment Works.
Some employees are causing a scene, and I suspect theyâre close associates of Carson Moran, Aldrichâs cousin.
â
Brian looked grim.
âI see.
â
So, Aldrich was behind this.
Was this a ploy to get him and Betsy acquainted? To sow discord between him and Rosalynn?
After all, a stable family life was a desirable quality for a company leader.
A public scandal could sway the company senior shareholders against Brian, potentially giving Aldrich an opening.
What a farsighted man.
Rosalynnâs eyes narrowed.
The name Carson sounded familiar.
Where had sheâ¦
Her eyes soon flashed in realization.
Wasnât he the manager involved in the construction projectâs shoddy
work?
Sheâd exposed him, but he threatened her with jail.
Aldrichâs cunning was undeniable.
Heâd been meticulously planning for a long time, all under the radar.
âHoney, does a honey trap work on you?â Rosalynn tilted her head at Brian.
Brianâs stern expression softened slightly.
He took her hand.
âIf itâs you, it works.
Others would fail.
â
âBut that Betsy looks just like me,â Rosalynn pointed out, her voice laced with amusement.
âDoesnât that work?â
Brianâs face hardened a touch.
âItâs a cheap trick.
Iâm not that superficial.
What attracts me is a personâs spirit, not their looks.
â
Rosalynn chuckled, glancing at him.
âSomeone clearly ran away from his wife because she was ugly.
â
Brianâs demeanor shifted instantly.
He pulled her close and kissed her cheek.
âHoney, I told you it was a misunderstanding.
I was silently protesting our arranged marriage, alright?â