Chapter 413 William and Hayden (14)
Henrik was in complete disarray, not even bothering to cover up as he rushed toward the door to assess the situation.
"Henrik, you damn mongrel, going behind my back and pulling this crap, have you lost your mind?" Isabella was fuming, bursting into the room even before Hayden could.
When she saw Henrik and the half-dressed women behind him, she couldn't hold back her anger and instinctively hurled her million-dollar Hermès bag straight at him.
The suite was instantly thrown into chaos.
"Hayden, you...how could you..." Here it comes!
Just as Nikolai came to his senses, still lying on the carpet and watching Hayden snap photos without getting up, Hayden pocketed his phone and casually grabbed a heavy crystal vase from the foyer table. He swung it hard at Nikolai's manhood.
Crash!
"Ah......."
With a sharp crack, the vase shattered, followed by a thunderous howl of agony from Nikolai.
Inside, the chaotic scene that had already erupted among the people was interrupted by the noise. They all paused for a moment, then turned to look toward the entrance...
At a glance, everyone shivered, especially Henrik, who turned pale with fear.
Good Lord! Hayden's move was downright brutal. That's it for Nikolai. His days are over, and he has no more manly duties.
"Minka, sweetheart, you gotta listen to me. This... all this was Nikolai's idea. I was dragged into this by him. I..."
"Henrik, do you take me for a fool, still trying to argue your way out?!" After glancing at Nikolai, Isabella let out a furious roar to cut Henrik off. Then she grabbed a triangular floor lamp nearby and hurled it at him.
Henrik, terrified, hastily dodged.
Isabella, missing her target, was furious. She yelled at her two bodyguards, "Beat him up, just like Nikolai, until he's incapacitated."
"Yes." The two bodyguards responded and quickly made their move toward Henrik.
Hayden stood by the door, disgusted by the unsightly scene unfolding before her. Without sparing a glance at Nikolai writhing and howling in pain on the carpet, she turned and walked out.
Once outside, she pulled out her phone again and sent the incredibly sensational photos to the editor-in-chief of a well-known entertainment magazine she knew back home.
After the photo was sent, Hayden's lips curled into a smirk, and she leaned against the wall, waiting for Isabella to come out.
The commotion inside the suite continued for a good ten minutes before calming down, and finally, Isabella stepped out.
"Cooled down?" Hayden asked, seeing the visibly relieved expression on Isabella's face.
"Yeah, I've let it out," Isabella nodded, then cursed bitterly, "Son of a bitch, I was blind before."
Hayden flashed a grin and linked her arm with Isabella's. "Come on, let's go shoe shopping and grab a bite."
"Let's go. It's not worth skipping meals over such a dog," Isabella replied.
Hayden chuckled again, and the two happily left together.
.......
After finishing dinner and returning to the dorm, Hayden blissfully tended to her things.
Nikolai, Sophia's elder Pierre's sole progeny, was now out of the picture. Hayden wondered how Sophia would maneuver next now that her son was no longer an option for marriage.
She had just stepped out of the shower when her phone screen lit up.
Grabbing it, she saw a message from that clever chief editor.
Opening it, she couldn't help but chuckle at the exclusive front-page story—sharp and witty.
Yet, before she could enjoy the humor for long, her phone began to ring.
It was Finn calling.
It was still morning at his office, and judging by the call, Finn must have been livid upon receiving the news and didn't hesitate to dial her number.
Hayden looked at the vibrating phone in her palms without any intent to answer, as if amused by a clown's act. She let the phone ring until it stopped on its own without pressing the answer button.
As soon as the call ended, she turned off her phone and threw it aside, picking up a bath towel and heading to the balcony to dry her hair.
Standing there, dabbing at her hair, two familiar figures suddenly came into Hayden's view.
It was none other than her roommate Michelle, accompanied by their "beloved" senior, William, walking toward the dorm.
Watching William carefully assisting Michelle, as if terrified she might fall, Hayden smirked without quite knowing why she found it amusing.
Was William simply unable to stand being away from women? After zealously offering to take her to the hospital and then to dine out, which she declined, he quickly moved on to orbit around Michelle.
Is he just a genuinely nice guy or a man of too many romances? Always ready to lend a hand to a fellow woman.
But whether he's kind or flirtatious, what did it have to do with her? After all, how many men truly count as good catches?
Withdrawing from the scene, Hayden continued to dry her hair.
Strangely enough, her previously cheerful mood shifted subtly, and a tinge of sadness flickered in her eyes.
By the time she finished drying her hair and was ready to return to her room, the door of the dorm clicked lightly as it was pushed open from outside.
She glanced over reflexively, but the figure at the door was just Michelle, leaning on her crutch.
An unexplainable sense of disappointment brushed through Hayden's heart.
After a brief look, Hayden redirected her attention and headed back to her room.
"Hayden."
However, she barely took a step when Michelle entered and called out to her.
"Something up?" Hayden paused, looking at Michelle with a casual tone.
Michelle glanced at her, entered the dorm, and after closing the door, she said, "Let's talk."
Hayden tossed her towel aside, nodded, and took a seat on the couch before looking at Michelle and asking, "Talk about what?"
With her crutch, Michelle walked over, sat on the opposite sofa, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let's talk about William, shall we?"
"Ha..." For some reason, Hayden chuckled, though she didn't even know why she found it funny.
Quickly, she lifted her head again and asked Michelle, "Why talk about him? I'm hardly acquainted with the guy."
"Really? You're not close with William and have no interest in him?" Michelle pressed urgently.
"What's it to you?" Suddenly, Hayden's brows furrowed, "Whether I'm interested in him or not, is that any of your concern?"
"So you've fallen for William, too?" Michelle probed sharply.
"Ha..." Hayden scoffs, looking at her. "Michelle, why should I answer you?"
"Because I knew William first. Because it was me who introduced you to William. It would help if you weren't competing with me for him," Michelle confidently argued.
Hayden scoffed again; without saying anything more, she rose, grabbed her towel, and returned to her room.
"Hayden, I know your family is wealthy and powerful, with a complex status, but I fell for William first. I'll make sure that William falls for me and ends up with me." Michelle stood up too, watching Hayden leave so casually, and declared her intention.
"That's your business, not mine, and I don't care," Hayden said, waving her hand without looking back, adding, "Goodnight, sweet dreams to you."
Watching Hayden retreat into her room with such indifference, Michelle squinted in thought.
Could she have been mistaken? Did Hayden really have no interest in William?
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