Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 420 - 419 Reap what one has sown, leading her to a dead end

Chapter 420: 419 Reap what one has sown, leading her to a dead end

Payne Corps Annual Gala

Mario Payne took the stage to give a speech, thanking all employees for their stalwart support throughout the year, and announced that tonight, several hundred million would be given out as year-end bonuses to encourage everyone, which was met with jubilation and excitement.

Julia Yates looked around, drew close to her son, and said in a hushed voice, "Do you see your uncle?"

"No."

"Go give him a call. The gala has started, and he hasn’t arrived yet. I hope nothing has happened." Martin Yates lived alone and wasn’t young anymore, so Julia couldn’t help but worry.

Tim Payne nodded and went outside to call his uncle. He was told that his uncle was stuck in traffic but was almost at the hotel.

Meanwhile, several hotel waiters passed by with dishes.

"Did you see that? The woman that the Eldest Miss Jones is being set up with is some old guy."

"He must be wealthy."

"There are many May-December marriages in affluent families."

...

After overhearing these conversations for a bit, Assistant Law came over to remind Tim that it was his turn to speak on stage.

"Keep an eye on that side," Tim ordered.

Assistant Law feigned confusion, "Keep an eye on what? What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Tim gave him a look, and he laughed sheepishly, "Alright, I’ll have someone watch Miss Jones’s situation right away."

**

In the private room

Silas Jones and Mr. Drake were enjoying their drinks, having had quite a few, and Cressida Jones, along with Lavinia Wilde, were also unable to escape and took a few sips with them.

"... I’m not young anymore, and if Miss Jones is alright with it, I’d like to get married after the New Year." Mr. Drake was evidently very fond of Cressida Jones.

She was young, beautiful, and had a gentle and refined way of speaking.

The key point was:

She was easy to control!

A woman who would adhere to her family’s arrangements and go on a blind date with him would certainly have a gentle nature, and she probably wouldn’t mistreat his children in the future.

Cressida Jones remained silent, just shyly glancing at her father, prompting Silas to laugh, "You see, she’s still a child at heart, blushing at the mention of marriage. So when does Mr. Drake plan to marry?"

"Around Labor Day."

"No problem."

"But Miss Jones should know, I have three children. The eldest is in high school, and the youngest is still in kindergarten. So after we’re married, I hope you’ll focus on the family. That won’t be a problem, will it?"

Cressida Jones frowned slightly.

The youngest was still in kindergarten; Mr. Drake was certainly no ordinary man.

Before she could respond, Silas eagerly agreed, "No problem, Cressida is a great cook."

"Miss Jones isn’t willing?" Mr. Drake had been observing her.

Cressida smiled, "It’s not that, I just don’t have experience taking care of children, and... I worry they might not like me."

Mr. Drake laughed heartily at this and said, "I’ll bring them to meet you another day."

She nodded, her face showing a hint of shyness.

Lavinia Wilde couldn’t help but sneer inwardly:

She really is shameless!

She and Silas had been worried she wouldn’t agree, but now seeing her face flush with timidity, she couldn’t possibly have fallen for an older man like Mr. Drake at first sight—it must be for the money.

She’s willing to go to such lengths.

With this attitude, is drugging her really necessary?

"Mr. Drake, what do your children like? I should prepare something for our first meeting," Cressida Jones asked tenderly, appearing thoughtful and considerate, which naturally pleased Mr. Drake.

Silas and Lavinia Wilde saw that things were going smoothly and exchanged a glance, not spending too much thought on her.

——

Roughly half an hour later, Silas looked at Mr. Drake, "Excuse me, I’d like to go and greet Mr. Payne. I’ll take my leave first."

Mr. Drake, now thoroughly charmed by Cressida Jones, nodded with a smile.

Not long after Silas left, Cressida Jones began rubbing her temples.

"Cressida, what’s wrong?" Lavinia Wilde saw this and guessed that the drug was taking effect, feeling a surge of elation.

"Aunt Wilde, I feel a bit dizzy, I want to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back."

Saying so, she grabbed her bag and headed out.

Before leaving, she smiled at Lavinia Wilde:

Tonight, she’ll be sent down a dead end!

"Miss Jones..." Mr. Drake had drunk quite a bit and was feeling dizzy now. Seeing the beauty leave, he naturally worried that something might happen to her.

"Mr. Drake," Lavinia Wilde approached him, pulling out a box from her purse and handing it to him, "This was specially prepared for you."

Mr. Drake’s dizziness intensified.

His body heated up, blood churning within him, as he reached out to loosen his collar.

Shaking his head vigorously, he finally focused and saw.

It was a box of condoms.

He looked toward Lavinia Wilde, his eyes hazy.

Lavinia Wilde had risen to her position not merely through her schemes; she was also naturally attractive. At over forty, with the help of plastic surgery and patronage, her charm was well-preserved.

Mature and therefore unrestrained.

Compared to her, Cressida Jones seemed much more inexperienced.

He hadn’t even approached when he caught the strong scent of perfume coming from Lavinia Wilde.

The heat on his body grew even stronger.

Seeing his condition, particularly the way his eyes were fixed on her chest, Lavinia Wilde’s breath tightened:

This old lecher!

Mr. Drake was notoriously lecherous in their circle. Realizing this, Lavinia turned to leave. "Mr. Drake, Cressida has been gone for a while, I’ll go look for her!"

But when she reached the door, she found it locked.

It wouldn’t open!

"Open up, what’s going on? Open the door!" Lavinia Wilde was anxious and angry. Hearing footsteps behind her, before she could turn around, she was suddenly embraced around the waist.

The man’s murky breath fell on her ear, "Mrs. Jones, you smell so good."

"Get off––" Lavinia Wilde was terrified, "I’m Silas Jones’s woman, Tim Drake, have you lost your mind, daring to touch me!"

"Deliberately bringing me that stuff, isn’t that seduction?"

"I didn’t––"

Lavinia Wilde couldn’t push her away, and she was pinned down, her clothes ripped apart in an instant.

No, this isn’t right.

Where the hell is that slut Cressida Jones?

"Stop yelling. If you attract people and they see you and me like this, do you think Silas Jones will still want you?" Mr. Drake had already torn her clothes to shreds, seeing her lingerie, his gaze grew deeper, "No wonder Silas Jones would abandon his lawful wife for you."

"At your age––"

"Dressed like that, truly provocative."

Over the years, Mr. Drake had become experienced in dealing with women, naturally possessing some methods.

Lavinia Wilde’s body soon weakened.

Inside the private room, the light was dim, the scene unspeakable.

---

By this time, Beckett Jeans had arrived at the hotel.

He grabbed a hotel receptionist and demanded, "Where is Cressida Jones!"

That Tim Drake was notoriously lecherous, how could he let Cressida Jones meet with such a man.

This period had given him clarity regarding Marigold Jones’s true face, and combined with his mother’s words, he realized Cressida was commendable, naturally filled with regret.

Martin Yates was also in the lobby, about to head to the company’s annual party when he heard Cressida Jones’s name, which made him pause to stay.

"She’s in a suite on the 6th floor."

Beckett Jeans dashed towards the elevator and, seeing it was crowded, ran towards the stairs instead.

"Isn’t that Mr. from the Jeans Family? Miss Jones is here for a blind date today, what is he doing here?"

"Quick, inform the manager, we can’t have any trouble."

"Poor Miss Jones, so beautiful, yet has to blind date an old man."

...

Martin Yates overheard the gist of it.

He considered Cressida Jones a casual friend from past years and was somewhat worried, so he followed to have a look. He went with the hotel manager, in a rush they used the VIP elevator. When they arrived on the 6th floor, Beckett Jeans was also catching his breath, checking each room for her.

"She’s in 606," the manager called out.

Knocking on doors one by one like this, it seemed the hotel couldn’t conduct business that way.

Beckett Jeans, panting, arrived at the private room door and didn’t forget to straighten his clothes.

Inside, faint noises were heard...