Chapter 290 Caught Red-Handed
Elizabeth reflected on the recent online harassment she had endured from Carter's fans.
She was convinced that Jennifer had hired online trolls to tarnish her reputation, which had fueled the negative public opinion.
Thankfully, Carter had stepped in just in time to clarify the situation, preventing further damage to The Jones Group's business and stock.
So, could she use the same tactic against Jennifer?
Since returning to the country, Jennifer had crafted an image of herself as a dignified, high-society lady. To maintain this facade, she often posed as an aristocrat and attended charity events.
The media praised her endlessly, portraying her as a humble and low-key billionaire who never forgot to give back to her country.
In her quest to outdo Elizabeth, Jennifer had even slashed prices on her robots, selling them at a loss just to outsell The Jones Group.
She had spent a fortune on online promotions, leading the media to believe that Jennifer was a businesswoman who cared more about public welfare than profits.
Elizabeth scoffed internally, 'A dignified, high-society lady? Public welfare? Kind-hearted? Hypocrite!'
She had already devised a plan to expose Jennifer's true nature.
She couldn't just sit back and wait for Jennifer's attacks; she needed to strike back and show Jennifer what she was truly capable of.
Otherwise, that venomous witch would think she was an easy target!
That night, Dean found a few guys at a bar.
These were small-time crooks who spent their ill-gotten gains on drinks.
Dean promised them a hefty reward. Grateful, they assured him they would complete the task quickly.
After they left, Elizabeth stepped out from the shadows.
She clinked glasses with Dean. "Why them? Why not hire a private investigator?"
Dean replied, "Elizabeth, you don't get it. Private investigators have limited time and resources. And when it comes to the city's underbelly, no one knows it better than these guys."
He moved closer to Elizabeth, appearing to outsiders as a couple whispering sweet nothings.
Dean lowered his voice, "In certain places, private investigators can't do much. They charge a lot but only do what's within their capabilities. These guys, though, live in the underworld. They'll take risks for a higher reward and dig up things we wouldn't even know about."
Elizabeth leaned her head against Dean's chest. "Dean, you're amazing. I really underestimated you."
Dean chuckled, reverting to his usual carefree demeanor. He pulled Elizabeth close. "Starting to admire me, huh? Come on, let's have a drink."
Elizabeth smiled and drank with him.
In a nearby open room, Michael downed his drink and slammed the glass on the table.
The person next to him nervously asked, "Mr. Thomas, is something wrong? Is the drink not to your liking?"
Michael, sitting at the center, stared coldly outside.
Elizabeth was pregnant, yet here she was, in a place like this, getting cozy with another man and drinking!
Sure, Dean liked men, but he was still a man!
Michael's lips tightened, his anger barely contained.
The middle-aged man beside him followed his gaze and saw Elizabeth and Dean close together.
Thinking he understood Michael's thoughts, he whispered to an assistant, "Go, bring some girls over to keep Mr. Thomas company."
The assistant left to carry out the order.
The man then smiled obsequiously at Michael. "Mr. Thomas, just drinking is no fun."
Michael had calmed down, leaning back in his seat, but his eyes remained fixed on the two outside.
Elizabeth, that idiot, still flirting with Dean? How many drinks had she had? Why wasn't Dean stopping her?
Furious, Michael downed another drink, veins bulging on his forehead.
Everyone around him sensed his foul mood, feeling uneasy.
Just then, four scantily clad young women walked in, each one beautiful and sexy.
Two of them immediately sidled up to Michael, one on each side, pressing close.
The one on his left, in a miniskirt, grabbed his hand and placed it on her bare thigh. "Handsome, why so glum? Let us cheer you up."
The one on his right wore a tight black crop top covered in sequins, her ample chest threatening to burst out. She pressed her breasts against Michael's arm, rubbing suggestively.
She offered him a drink, her voice soft. "Sir, just drinking isn't fun. Let's play and drink together."
Michael didn't move, only muttering, "Get lost."
The two women glanced at the man who had brought them in.
The assistant quickly looked at his boss.
The man waved them away. "Out, all of you."
The women left, grumbling. "What's the point of coming here if you're not going to have fun? Pretentious!"
Their high heels clicked loudly as they walked out.
Elizabeth heard the noise and glanced over.
She saw the women leaving and the open room with Michael glaring at her.
She was momentarily stunned. What was he doing here?
Dean noticed her staring and followed her gaze.
"Damn! What's that jerk doing here? Elizabeth, let's go."
He put down his drink and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, ready to leave.
But before they could take a few steps, Michael appeared in front of them like a storm.
He glared at Elizabeth and the hand on her shoulder.
"Dean, do you want to keep that hand?"
Dean looked up at Michael's fierce expression and pushed Elizabeth behind him.
"Michael, what do you want? You and Elizabeth are divorced. You have no right to control her."
Michael's face was calm. "Elizabeth, come here."
Elizabeth stayed behind Dean. "Why?"
Michael's voice softened. "To have a drink with you."
Elizabeth thought his sudden gentle tone was creepy, giving her goosebumps.
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