Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 402 - 401 Junior President Payne Lends a Hand, Thieves Persist (2 more updates)

Chapter 402: 401 Junior President Payne Lends a Hand, Thieves Persist (2 more updates)

Mrs. Jeans looked at Cressida Jones suspiciously after hearing this.

The incident tonight was too significant,

and definitely needed thorough investigation.

Using this video to force a power play, Marigold Jones was essentially sacrificing her entire self, too great a sacrifice.

There was something peculiar about the whole matter.

Just over ten minutes later, someone knocked on the VIP room’s door; it was the boutique’s manager. Marigold Jones felt smug, whereas Cressida Jones silently clenched her heart.

"Did you bring the surveillance footage?" Beckett Jeans asked impatiently.

"Yes."

The manager said, handing over the USB drive to Beckett Jeans.

He immediately had someone find a computer and only copied the video of Cressida Jones trying on dresses, so it was easy to search.

Marigold Jones, feeling triumphant, sidled up to Cressida Jones and whispered, "Sister..."

"Tonight’s score, we’ll settle it slowly!"

"Just enjoy your moment of triumph, but when the truth comes out, neither father nor the Jeans Family will spare you."

"I will make father marry you off to an old man."

"Do you want to ruin me?"

"Then I will ruin you too!"

Cressida Jones tensed up and remained silent.

Due to the video angle, it quickly captured Zoe Payne and Hannah Johnson in the frame, followed by Marigold Jones and Beckett Jeans entering the restroom one after the other; at this moment, Cressida Jones felt her heart twist in agony.

It’s over,

actually captured on camera!

Could it be that tonight all efforts would be in vain? But then, in the next second...

The screen suddenly went blank with static.

"What, what happened!" Marigold Jones stared at the screen, then turned to the manager, "The surveillance?"

The manager seemed baffled, "Didn’t you ask me to delete it?"

Cressida Jones was stunned.

Marigold Jones was completely flabbergasted, "What nonsense are you spouting!"

"You said you were worried about people seeing you and Young Master Jeans in the restroom, asked us to delete it. Our clients are all wealthy and noble, and we must meet their demands."

"You..."

Marigold Jones went completely mad, rushing over and grabbing her clothes.

"Did Cressida Jones bribe you? How much money did she give you!"

"What are you talking about?" The manager looked at Cressida Jones, confused, "I don’t even know her, I haven’t even spoken to her, Second Miss Jones, you must be careful with your accusations, it was clearly you who asked us to delete the video."

At this moment, the focus of both the Jeans and Jones families was on her.

"No, it wasn’t me!" Marigold Jones shook her head, looking at Beckett Jeans, "Beckett, it was not me who had it deleted, not me..."

"It must be that bitch Cressida Jones, she must have colluded with the boutique!"

Cressida Jones breathed a sigh of relief and sneered, "You were the one who brought the people, and you were the one who wanted to watch the video, what does this have to do with me?"

"And now you want to throw the dirt on me, Marigold Jones, have you no shame!"

"Accusing me of colluding? Do I even have such capability?"

Cressida Jones, unloved at home, depended on the revenue from a plant shop for her living, her annual income may not even afford one haute couture from the boutique, let alone influence the boutique manager.

If the manager were to follow orders, it would either be due to money or power, neither of which Cressida Jones possessed.

No matter how you looked at it, she had no capability to collude with the manager.

"Bitch, I will kill you..."

Marigold Jones lunged at her, but was grabbed by Silas Jones.

With a slap, he swung at her!

"Ungrateful girl, aren’t you ashamed enough!"

This younger daughter has completely ruined herself.

"Father, it really wasn’t me, it must have been her doing!" Marigold Jones covered her face, tears streaming down, crying pitifully, "She colluded with the boutique, slandering me."

"Second Miss Jones, if you insist on saying this, then I have no choice but to call the police," the manager said firmly.

Hearing about calling the police, Lavinia Wilde hurried over, "It’s all a misunderstanding, my daughter has been through a lot tonight, don’t argue with her."

As she spoke, she even handed a card to the manager.

But it was directly thrown to the ground.

"You called me to adjust the surveillance after closing hours, I kindly helped, and yet I am slandered, it’s unreasonable!"

With that, he took the USB, swung his hand, and left.

Marigold Jones faced another round of scolding.

The affair of the video, completely blamed on her, no matter how much she explained, it was in vain.

"If there’s nothing else, then I’ll be going, Mrs. Hale is waiting for me," Cressida Jones, using Zoe Payne’s name, managed to escape.

Marigold Jones was once again severely scolded by both families.

She felt extreme hatred towards Cressida Jones.

At this time, the guests outside had not yet left, and the Jeans and Jones families had to go greet the guests. Silas Jones cautioned his younger daughter, "Stay here honestly, don’t go anywhere!"

Her face was covered with slap marks, and her ears began to bleed again, making it inappropriate for her to meet guests. So, she stayed in the VIP room, letting the doctor help treat her wounds.

The others all returned to the banquet hall.

—

After leaving the VIP room, Cressida Jones finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Regarding the covert filming, besides her, only Tim Payne knew—could it be him...

Thus, Cressida Jones turned back to the resting room.

At this time, only Zoe Payne and Tim Payne were eating inside.

Wyatt Hale had received a call from a classmate and happily ran off.

"Miss Jones, have you eaten yet?" asked Zoe Payne, "Would you like to sit down and join us?"

"Thank you, I’m not hungry."

"Your dress fits well; you can wear the one I had, when you turn back." Zoe Payne pointed to the package bag placed aside. Since she wore Cressida Jones’s clothes, naturally, the dress Assistant Law brought belonged to Miss Jones.

"It’s just a set of clothes, no worries."

Cressida Jones said and gave Tim Payne a meaningful look, signaling him to step outside with her.

"Mrs. Hale, I have something else to attend to."

"Go ahead with your matters."

As soon as Cressida Jones left, Tim Payne found an excuse to step outside for fresh air and also left.

Zoe Payne was no fool; she could see the exchange of glances between these two very clearly.

Since when were they so acquainted?

Or perhaps, something had happened that she wasn’t aware of.

Just this...

Her own brother dared to claim it had nothing to do with him? Yet he had given such an expensive gemstone bracelet.

Men,

often their words did not reflect their hearts.

Never had she thought her brother would be the exception.

Her phone vibrated, a call from William Hale, "Is the engagement banquet not over yet?"

"It’s almost done, I’ll be home soon."

"I heard there was some trouble."

"This gossip sure travels fast, you heard about it even overseas..."

William Hale merely chuckled and didn’t speak, only signaling Zac Cruz to drive faster, perhaps they could still catch her to take her home.

Zac Cruz felt helpless:

Back from a business trip, the boss looked forward to a warm bed, while he was still a lone man.

**

Inside the hotel corridor,

Cressida Jones specifically chose a secluded corner, looking towards the man in front, "Junior President Payne, did you handle the video surveillance matter?"

"I don’t want to get involved in trouble."

If anyone saw him here, and even dragged into the women’s restroom by Cressida Jones, it would mean he had already known the details.

He might be accused that before Cressida Jones was engaged, they’d been intimately involved and his assistance tonight had ulterior motives, inevitably making the situation muddy.

Rather than that, it would be better to completely pin the whole affair on Marigold Jones’s head. After all, everyone believed she took the video deliberately to seize power.

Simply go with the flow...

Completely solidify her charges.

If Tim Payne had made a move, everything could be explained easily.

Cressida Jones felt touched:

Junior President Payne, truly a good person.

While Zoe Payne waited in the resting room for a while, received a message from Kyle Lowe saying he had already dropped off Wyatt Hale and was about to reach the hotel’s ground floor.

Her brother probably had something to talk with that Miss Jones, better not to disturb him. Zoe Payne quickly packed her things and left the resting room, preparing to go home.

Now it was the deep winter season, the chilling wind was piercing to the bone. Zoe Payne had already worn her scarf, also to avoid being recognized and engaging in polite yet time-delaying chitchat.

Inside the hotel, people were constantly coming and going, but Zoe Payne didn’t notice someone following her.

Marigold Jones, left alone in the VIP room, became more and more infuriated.

She checked her phone, and the video of her and Beckett Jeans in the restroom was already spreading across various groups, everyone cursing her for being despicable and shameless.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t swallow this insult and was determined to teach Cressida Jones a lesson.

The hotel was enormous; she was anxious about not being able to find Cressida Jones, and also dared not rashly head to the resting room where Zoe Payne was.

But as luck would have it,

At a glance, she spotted her.

All the dresses and clothes for Cressida Jones’s engagement were selected by her; even though they were some distance apart, she would never mistake that outfit...