Chapter 234

This was strange. Why was Maurice being so cooperative?

Was he stealing glances at her?

Eliana was skeptical. She walked over to Maurice and waved her hand in front of his face. In an instant,

his hand caught hers.

“What’s this? You’re bold again after getting dressed?”

A hint of playfulness was in Maurice’s voice. He grasped Eliana’s hand and slowly approached her until

her back hit the bookshelf.

“What are you doing?”

Maurice’s looming figure made Eliana feel a little shy and uneasy.

Maurice lowered his eyes and moved even closer to her. She could feel his warm breath as his

beautiful lips almost pressed against her ear.

“I have to tell you that your clothes…”

Eliana became stiff and her eyes flickered back and forth in a panic. She felt like a small songbird

cornered by a huge beast.

“I just remembered that I forgot to turn off the gas at my house. I have to go. As for the clothes… I’ll

wash them and return them to you later.”

Eliana pushed Maurice out of her way, grabbed her things, and rushed out of the room.

Maurice paused. He was unsure if he should laugh or cry.

He was not a monster who wanted to eat her whole.

He had only wanted to tell her that she was wearing the clothes inside out.

When Eliana pulled the door open, she bumped into Corbin.

“Who is it? Maybe you should watch where you’re going, eh, Eliana?”

Corbin was surprised to see Eliana. He wondered why she was here, and why she was so flustered.

Eliana didn’t even raise her head.

She passed Corbin wordlessly and hurried away like she was being chased.

“That was strange,” Corbin said as he walked into the office. “What happened? She looked like she

saw a ghost.”

He raised his head and saw Maurice.

“She didn’t see a ghost. She saw me.”

Maurice raised his eyebrows and gave Corbin a cold glance.

Corbin shut up immediately.

“Now that you’re here, I have a task for you.” Maurice’s face was expressionless, but his black eyes

shone with a cold light. “Teach that man, Eli Goodwin, a lesson.”

Maurice’s heart ached when he remembered pulling Eliana’s deathly cold body from the pool.

Eli would pay for hurting her.

Corbin shivered. Maurice’s words seemed to have chilled the room by several degrees.

He wondered what Eli did to earn Maurice’s ire. Eli was going to get himself banned.

“Yes. I’ll do it right away.”

Corbin was an efficient worker.

Within two hours, Inger received the news that all of Eli’s business cooperation projects had been

canceled. Word spread around the internet that he had forced a female stylist to get into the pool to

fetch the diamonds because he was too haughty to do so himself.

Public opinion turned against the formerly-popular star in an instant.

There had to be someone manipulating the public’s opinion. Who was it?

Was it Eliana? Had she spread the unflattering news because of Eli’s poor treatment of her? Or was it

Maurice, the CEO of the Moran Group? Did he seek revenge on Eliana’s behalf?

Inger now regretted hiring Eliana as Eli’s stylist.

She found Eli and tried to reason with him. “Eli, you have to listen. Be kind to Eliana tomorrow. Find a

way to make peace with her. Then this will all be over.”

Eli looked at the sketches he held, which were drawn by Eliana.

Something had changed in his heart. He couldn’t understand why he felt irritated when he remembered

Maurice taking Eliana away.

“Inger, do you think that Eliana is Maurice’s lover?” Eli asked abruptly.

Inger had also been confused by the scene at the pool. “I don’t know. I’ve never heard of Maurice

having a lover.”

Eli looked down at the sketches and murmured, “Then what’s going on between them?”

Why did Eli suddenly care about their relationship so much?

Inger realized what she thought was going on. She gave Eli a firm look. “Eli, as your agent, I have to

remind you that falling in love with anyone at this critical point of your career would be disastrous. You

must not have feelings for Eliana. Do you understand?”

“Inger, don’t worry. That’s not my intention.” Eli laughed. “I’m just curious. It would be an interesting

piece of gossip if an insignificant stylist and the CEO of the Moran Group were lovers.”

“What do you want to do, then?” Inger breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’ll find out if they are lovers or not.”

He had to understand what kind of person that woman was.