Chapter 114
Seraphine's POV
I thought for a moment, then immediately called Soren. "Soren, get me a set of plain clothes, plus a wig and glasses - something that can completely change my appearance, good for following people."
An hour later, Soren delivered the items.
"Ms. Whitaker, are you sure you're not filming a spy movie?" Soren handed over the bag, his eyes full of curiosity.
"Cut the chatter and do your job," I took the bag without explaining further. "Keep an eye on things at the company, especially the project team. Don't let anything go wrong."
Soren nodded: "Don't worry, I've got it covered."
After seeing him off, I put on an all-black athletic outfit, tied up my hair, and wore a baseball cap.
At 2 PM, I drove to the restaurant where Amara and Orion had arranged to meet, arriving early to find a corner seat.
Around 3 o'clock, the targets appeared.
Amara came first.
She wore a face mask and looked around cautiously before quickly walking in.
Then another car pulled up.
A man in a dark jacket got out from the driver's seat, about fifty years old. His features vaguely resembled Brielle's, with sharp, calculating eyes.
So this was Orion? He really did give off that shrewd, calculating vibe - no wonder he was the mastermind I never discovered in my past life, even until my death.
My heart tightened. I adjusted my phone, pulled down my cap brim, and sat at the corner table.
After Amara came in, she sat diagonally in front of me.
Her back was to me, while Orion, who had just entered, was facing me at an angle.
The waiter brought tea. I quietly listened to their conversation, my phone recording.
Amara playfully complained that Orion had taken so long to meet with her, while Orion kept calling her "honey" and soothing her in a low voice.
For the first five minutes, they just talked nonsense.
I listened patiently for a while until they finally brought up Brielle.
"Orion, Brielle was really screwed over by that little bitch this time! She's been kicked out of the Whitaker Group and can never work there again. You have to find a way to help our daughter!" Amara's voice was full of hatred.
The person she was cursing was naturally me.
"Don't worry, Brielle is our daughter. I won't let her suffer," Orion's voice was dark. "I just didn't expect Seraphine to be so difficult! Are you sure Heath still doesn't know Brielle isn't his biological daughter?"
My hand gripping the teacup suddenly tightened.
As I thought - Brielle wasn't Heath's daughter!
"He doesn't know, how could he know!" Amara said urgently. "I had just gotten pregnant when I married him. It was early on, so he didn't notice at all."
"Later when I gave birth, who knew there would be a mix-up and I'd bring home Seraphine instead! When we found Brielle, I only arranged a paternity test between her and me."
"Heath, that fool, believed it as soon as he saw the results. He was so happy - how would he think that deeply about it!"
I listened coldly, unable to help pressing my lips together.
From the very beginning, Amara had married Heath while carrying Orion's child.
How disgusting.
"Seraphine is a big problem now." Amara said through gritted teeth. "She's too capable at work, and ruthless too. Even Brielle couldn't fight back against her. If we let her stay at the Whitaker Group any longer, all our years of planning will be ruined! We need to deal with her as soon as possible!"
I raised an eyebrow.
Amara's assessment of me was quite high.
"What's the rush?" Orion sneered. "She's just a young girl - how much trouble can she cause? There are still people I planted in the company years ago. Perfect time to have them create some accidents for her."
He still had people in the Whitaker Group?
My heart sank.
Everyone at the Whitaker Group seemed normal - at least I couldn't identify any moles right now.
Just then, I didn't notice a waiter approaching with a tray, preparing to refill coffee at my table.
I had just raised my hand to adjust my cap when I heard the waiter's startled cry behind me. "Watch out!"
I reacted a beat too slow, and my elbow accidentally knocked into the waiter's tray.
With a crisp crash, the coffee pot and several porcelain cups fell to the floor.
"What's going on?" Amara and her companion looked over.
I immediately lowered my head, not letting her see my face.
But just then, the strap on my face mask suddenly broke!
The mask slipped halfway down, exposing my chin and profile.
"Who is that person? Why do they look so familiar!" Amara stared at me suspiciously and stood up.
Damn it! I couldn't be recognized!
Without time to think, I pulled down my cap brim and pushed past the apologizing waiter.
"I'm going to the restroom to clean up, it's fine!" I said, then rushed toward the restroom at the end of the hallway before Amara could get closer!
Once inside, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, my heart pounding.
I couldn't get trapped here.
I looked up and saw a young female server in the restroom touching up her makeup. She was looking at me with surprise at my panicked state.
In desperation, I pulled off the wig and glasses, then pulled out several bills from my bag and shoved everything into her hands. "Do me a favor! Put on my jacket, wear this wig, go out and walk around, then come back. The money's yours!"
The server was startled. Looking at the money and wig in her hands, her eyes filled with suspicion.
"Who are you exactly? Are you in some kind of trouble? I can't help you do something bad!" She said, trying to return the items to me.
Just then, someone tried to turn the restroom door handle.
A middle-aged woman used a key to open the door and walked in.
She nodded at me, then looked at the server and ordered: "Do as this customer says. Help her. Hurry up!"
I was stunned.
This manager knew me? Had Soren arranged this?
Impossible - Soren didn't know my exact location.
The server was also stunned, but she didn't dare disobey the manager's order. She quickly took off her clothes, put on my black athletic jacket, and fumbled to put on the wig.
The manager quickly walked up to me and said in a low voice: "Ms. Whitaker, this way."
She gestured for me to follow her and opened a door on the inner side of the restroom.
Outside the door, Amara's inquiring voice could already be heard. "Is anyone in there? Didn't someone just run in here?"
The server disguised as me spoke up: "Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for you." Amara's tone sounded very wary, and she was quickly approaching.
Without time to think, I slipped through and followed the manager into the hidden door.
Behind the door was an employee corridor that led directly to the other side of the building.
The manager expertly pressed the elevator button and gestured for me to enter.
"Ms. Whitaker, don't worry. She'll draw their attention away. You can go down from here." The manager's voice remained calm.
"Who are you? Why are you helping me?" I stared at her intently.
We were complete strangers, and she didn't know my purpose, yet she was helping me escape?
I didn't believe this manager knew me, and I certainly didn't believe there wasn't something hidden behind this.
Meeting my gaze, the manager suddenly smiled softly.