Chapter 377 Betty's Dilemma
Over here, Ulysses had already dealt with the two foreign men, including their weak and useless bodyguards. He had beaten them all black and blue and locked them in the bathroom of the private room, even hanging a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.
"Each one of them was too weak, not even enough for a warm-up," he thought.
However, he couldn't make too much of a scene, so he finished quickly. After all, they were in New York, not abroad, and he needed to be cautious given his status.
As Ulysses left the nightclub, he received a call from Simon.
"All taken care of. You can enjoy your time with your girlfriend now; they won't cause any more trouble," he said, yawning out of boredom.
"She's not my girlfriend, stop saying that!" Simon's mood was clearly not good.
"Do you think I'm stupid or blind? You rescued a girl tonight, she knows your name, and she threw herself into your arms. You two are obviously a couple." Ulysses whistled, "What's so embarrassing about admitting it? Dating isn't shameful. Do you want to stay single until you're forty?"
"Ulysses, do me a favor." Simon took a deep breath, "Find out who those two foreign men causing trouble for Betty tonight are. We've only solved half the problem; I'm worried they might come after her again in a few days."
"I thought of that too. I've already checked. These two guys don't have much of a background in New York; they're just from some foreign construction company, Victor Walsh."
"Construction company?"
"Yeah, your little girlfriend has quite a wide range of business contacts."
Ulysses smirked, "I'll have some juicy gossip to share with Evelyn tonight!"
"If you don't want to upset Evelyn, don't mention a word about tonight to her."
Simon's voice turned cold, "Betty is Evelyn's best friend. If you tell her about this, it will only make Evelyn worry, and she won't be able to sleep."
Ulysses was suddenly taken aback, "Wow! That's quite the connection!"
"I'm hanging up!"
With that, Simon really hung up the phone.
Ulysses chuckled and pulled out a sleek, palm-sized ultra-thin laptop from his pocket. This cutting-edge technology was standard issue for high-level agents and was nearly impossible to get domestically.
With this palm-sized ultra-thin laptop, he could look up a lot of information.
So, he checked the license plate number of that luxury car.
The answer came quickly.
"A car owned by the Alexander Group? Interesting."
Ulysses looked at the investigation results and thought of the face that resembled Evelyn's, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Miss Morgan, who are you really with? Calvin? Randy? Or Gilbert?"
*
Betty was forcibly taken back to Simon's place.
The second son of the Taylor family, surprisingly, didn't have his own villa in Mugden but lived in a simple apartment with modest decor, which was quite unexpected for Betty.
"You can stay in this room." Simon led Betty to the door of a spacious room, "There's a bathroom inside, and my pajamas are in the wardrobe. If you don't mind, you can make do for the night."
"Why are you being so considerate?" Betty said helplessly.
"Because you're Evelyn's best friend, so I can't just ignore you."
"She..."
"Don't worry, I won't mention tonight's events to Evelyn. I don't want her to worry either."
Hearing this, Betty finally felt a bit relieved.
After years of knowing each other, Evelyn was no longer just the mentor who had given her a glimmer of hope in her darkest times. She was not only a friend but also family. Betty didn't want to worry her, nor did she want to cause her any trouble.
Just then, Betty's phone rang.
She glanced at the screen, her eyes darkening, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the phone.
Simon noticed her mood change and tactfully left the room, closing the door behind him.
But he didn't leave immediately; instead, he eavesdropped on the conversation inside.
He knew it wasn't right, but for some reason, he felt an inexplicable urge to care about her.
Moreover, he could tell that Betty hadn't told him the truth about anything since they left the nightclub. As a seasoned prosecutor, he had developed a keen eye, and he could see through her little lies easily.
Inside the room, Betty hesitated for a long time before taking a deep breath and answering the call.
"Dad."
"What happened tonight?"
Betty's father, Samuel Anderson's voice came through the phone, cold and emotionless, filled with the usual questioning and anger.
"There were some issues, so the dinner ended early," Betty's voice was hoarse and low.
"What issues? Can't you prioritize properly?"
At this moment, a woman's sharp voice came from the other end, Samuel's wife, Rebecca Fisher, "I told you, she can't do anything right. Your daughter is just going to squander all your assets."
Betty clenched her fists tightly, her face pale as a sheet.
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