Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 304 - 303 is outrageous, did Junior President Payne hide a woman?

Chapter 304: 303 is outrageous, did Junior President Payne hide a woman?

In the banquet hall

When people heard that "Miss Payne" might have had an accident, many wanted to join the commotion but didn’t dare to, resulting in Michale Shaw and Wyatt Hale rushing to the back as soon as they heard the news.

Afraid of missing a single second.

"Wyatt!" William frowned.

Wyatt had run off without even wiping his mouth clean.

Then, chasing his brother, William went as well, followed by other members of the Hale Family.

Hannah Johnson didn’t want to miss the drama either and dragged Isaac Shea to the back.

Seeing that the Hale and Shaw families had gone, everyone else hurried to check out the commotion.

By then, Iva Payne had already reached the room’s door and knocked, "Ophelia!"

There was no response inside.

The door was locked from within, twisting would not open it.

"Could something have really happened to Miss Payne?" someone worried, "Should we break down the door?"

"They said they heard cries for help inside just a moment ago, but now there’s not a sound, maybe something really did happen."

"But..." Iva hesitated, "What if she’s changing clothes? With so many of us here, it wouldn’t be proper to break in. Let’s wait for my brother and sister-in-law to arrive."

"With the situation as it is, who can care about that? What if she has fainted inside!"

Iva bit her lip.

"Alright, break the door!"

The hotel door was of good quality, several kicks did nothing.

"Move aside, let me try!" Logan burst forth.

Being an athlete, he had the physique, and with just one kick, accompanied by a loud "bang—"

The lock twisted and deformed, and the door slammed against the back wall.

The sound thundered.

Iva was the first to rush in.

She promptly froze in place, blurting out, "Tim? What are you doing here? And with your clothes in disarray!"

Everyone had initially been afraid to enter, worried that "Miss Payne" was changing and that barging in might ruin her reputation.

But...

It turned out that the one with disarrayed clothes was Junior President Payne!

A bold journalist dashed in, followed one by one by the rest.

This lounge consisted of three rooms and two halls, including a living room and bedrooms, spacious enough to accommodate dozens of people.

Tim Payne was putting on a shirt, his hair somewhat disheveled, and there were unclear red marks on his neck as he coldly gazed at the group that had barged in, "Auntie, what is this about?"

"Where’s Ophelia?"

"Isn’t it inappropriate to rush in with so many people?"

"Someone heard Ophelia crying for help just now, I specifically came to check, where is she?"

"She’s not here."

"Not here? How is that possible!" Iva frowned. "She was just inside a moment ago."

Catching adulterers is one thing, but only finding Tim Payne alone, how could that be?

Iva took out her cell phone and dialed Ophelia Wilson’s number.

The ringtone...

Unbelievably came from the bathroom!

The sound of water inside abruptly stopped.

Everyone exchanged glances.

What was going on?

The family recognition banquet was less than half an hour from starting; why would Miss Payne take a bath at this time? Wasn’t she worried about ruining her makeup, and...

Junior President Payne, always elegant and composed in public, why was his clothing disheveled?

Moreover, there seemed to be red marks on his neck.

Though siblings, with a solitary man and woman, people couldn’t help but think more.

Particularly since it was said that Tim Payne was extremely fond of his sister, and the two were often seen together.

"Ophelia?" Iva hurried to the bathroom door, "Are you in there? Come out."

"Auntie, what are you doing?" Tim frowned and asked.

"You still have the nerve to ask me what you were doing inside?"

"Your tone seems to imply something else."

"Cousin, if there was nothing wrong, why didn’t you open the door just now?" Celine Payne asked, confused from the bottom of her heart.

"I was changing my clothes."

"Are you sure it wasn’t something indecent?" Celine spoke candidly. As soon as she said this, the room erupted in whispers.

Iva Payne frowned.

This foolish girl, just by dragging Ophelia Wilson out of the bathroom, she could firmly pin the blame on Tim Payne’s head without having to stick her own neck out now.

"Celine, you..." Iva had just opened her mouth, wanting to scold her daughter.

But then someone burst forth from the crowd.

And raised a hand.

"Slap—" A palm struck, and the unexpected smack silenced everyone present.

This...

How did it come to blows!

Celine was stunned for two seconds, only feeling a burning pain on her face.

When she looked up again, she collided with a pair of sharp and cold eyes, which frightened her enough to pale.

"Martin Yates, why did you hit my daughter!" Iva gasped.

"Everyone here is not a fool. What she implies, we all know too well. What? Are you accusing my nephew and niece of having an indecent relationship?"

"If there is an issue, ask directly."

"Don’t be sarcastic here."

"If you dare to spout nonsense and mislead others again, watch out, I won’t be polite."

Martin Yates had ruined his voice, which was hoarse, carrying an oppressive heaviness.

Michale Shaw and Wyatt Hale, who were in front watching the drama unfold, saw the scene and stepped back twice.

Wyatt Hale even directly hid behind his sister-in-law.

This uncle from the Payne Family was truly...

Terrifying!

That gaze was as if it could cut through a person!

Meanwhile, the reporters nearby didn’t miss this scene and quickly snapped a few pictures.

Tonight was supposed to be a family reunion hosted by the Payne Family, and Martin Yates was practically part of the Payne Family. Yet internal strife had begun.

As Iva saw him strike her daughter right in front of her, how could she bear it, "Martin Yates, I’m still here. You’re being too arrogant. She’s my daughter. In consideration of my face, you shouldn’t have done that."

"Having been detained for more than ten days and still can’t keep your mouth shut, you deserved that slap."

Martin Yates snorted coldly, "Your face..."

"Is it worth that much?"

"I hit her. What are you going to do about it?"

His tone was wildly arrogant.

Iva Payne certainly could not slap him back. Given Martin Yates’s personality, he wouldn’t just let her hit him.

She could only hold her breath for now.

"What’s going on, why is everyone gathered here?"

At this moment, Elder Mrs. and Mr. Payne along with Mario Payne and his spouse also arrived upon hearing the noise.

Iva quickly spoke up, "Dad, Mom, someone heard Ophelia’s cry for help. When we rushed over and knocked, no one answered, so we broke in and found Tim half-dressed and Ophelia... seemed to be in the bathroom, refusing to come out."

Such a description inevitably led to wild speculation.

After all, if they weren’t up to something indecent, there was no reason to lock the door.

"Uncle, what you’re saying could easily be misunderstood," Tim Payne, who had already put on his shirt, said. "Why don’t you just say that you suspect I’m in an incestuous relationship with my own sister?"

"Tim!" Mr. Payne yelled angrily, "Don’t talk nonsense."

"I just feel that’s what my aunt thinks."

Her daughter having been insulted, Iva couldn’t save face and gritted her teeth, "I didn’t mean that."

"Where is your sister?" Julia Yates asked with concern.

As her words fell, a voice came from outside, "I’m here..."

Everyone turned their heads.

They discovered Ophelia Wilson standing outside.

Iva’s pupils shook violently; what was going on?

Wasn’t she supposed to be in the bathroom?

At that moment, the bathroom door also opened, and what came out...

Was actually Finn Hale!