Chapter 606 The Eavesdropper
In the past, when Kyla bought a limited-edition outfit, she would wear it for just one season. Once the new designs came out, the old clothes were shoved into storage and forgotten.
Now she had to pull out last year’s clothes and wear them again.
All of this–every bit of it–was Tilda’s fault.
Kyla took a long breath, forcing herself to push the rage down.
The reason she stepped out today was simple. First, ever since the accident that ruined her face, she had hardly left the house. It was time to get some fresh air. She couldn’t stay at home forever.
Life had to go on. She wasn’t about to give up living over one terrible moment.
The second reason was Tobias. He had suggested she check out the Twilight Tea Room.
Tobias told her that their Honey Orchid Tea was amazing, the place was beautiful, and the music and fountains made it perfect for relaxing. He hoped she’d enjoy it and tell him what she thought afterward.
Kyla would never refuse a recommendation from Mr. Perfect, especially when it came with a personal request.
After spending so many days with him, she was convinced he had fallen in love with her.
Why else would he care so much about her moods, whether she ate well, slept enough, or kept healthy? He treated her like the most attentive boyfriend, thoughtful in every way.
Before the accident, Kyla had absolute confidence in her looks, her figure, and her charm. Tobias didn’t even know she had changed. Of course he still saw her the way he always had. That made perfect sense to her.
The thought secretly delighted her.
Because of Tobias’s constant attention, all the troubles she’d been through no longer felt as unbearable. That had to be the magic of love.
With that, Kyla stepped into the Twilight Tea Room. Tobias had made a reservation for her. The host led her into Room Magnolia, which sat directly beside Orchid.
She had no idea what was about to happen.
Not long after she entered, a BMW M4 pulled up outside.
The door opened, and a pair of long, pale legs appeared.
Tilda had arrived. She wore a black leather vest with a mini skirt and high heels that showed off her stunning figure. Her hair fell freely around her shoulders; the healthy glow caught the light like scattered stars.
She slipped off her sunglasses and tucked them into her pocket. Tilda walked in with one hand in her pocket, carrying that effortless cool-girl vibe.
The manager knew today was important. Dane’s junior was meeting with the chairman of Crown Group. To make sure nothing went wrong, he personally welcomed Tilda and guided her into the Orchid Room.
When she stepped inside, Malcom finally showed a change in expression.
“Sorry, something came up and delayed me,” Tilda said smoothly. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Mr. Lowell?”
“Not at all,” Malcom replied with a polite smile. “After all, I was the one who asked to see you. No matter how long I had to wait, it would be worth it. Please, have a seat.”
Malcom spoke with a calm, even tone. A faint, knowing smile curved on his lips, making it impossible to guess what he was really thinking.
Tilda wasn’t the type who could read someone’s heart just from their eyes, words, or shifting expressions.
Especially not when she was facing Malcom–this snake everyone knew too well.
Meanwhile, inside Room Magnolia.
Kyla finally pulled off her mask and let her face breathe.
She chatted with Tobias while snapping photos, sharing her impressions of the place.
“No wonder you recommended this spot, Tobias. The atmosphere’s great, and this tea is delicious.”
Just as she hit send, a faint sound drifted through the wall.
Kyla was shocked.
It was so soft; anyone else would have ignored it.
But Kyla knew that voice.
It was Tilda. The very one who had wrecked her life.
Unbelievable! What rotten luck!
Of all days, the one time she went out to relax and talk with her Mr. Perfect, she ran into that bitch.
Her good mood vanished in an instant.
Kyla rolled her eyes as an idea struck. She tested the wall a few times and discovered the soundproofing wasn’t great.
Using the old trick of sound travel, Kyla pressed her teacup against the partition wall and tilted her head. The thin panel carried muffled words straight to her ear.
If she could grab some dirt on Tilda, she’d strike gold.
This was a perfect opportunity.
Kyla almost wanted to applaud herself for her cleverness.
And sure enough, the voices from the next room came through loud and clear.
Orchid Room.
Tilda gave a faint smile and sat down in a chair. Malcom rose and began making tea for her. “Miss Tilda,” he said smoothly, “brewing tea is an art in itself. Since you chose such a quiet tea room, I assume you must be a fan of it?”
“No,” Tilda answered casually. “I just opened an app, saw this place had a good rating for the atmosphere, and it was close by. Saves me the trouble of traveling far.”