Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 112: A Stark Contrast

Chapter 112: A Stark Contrast

She looked in shock at the crowded VIP room, when a large group of security guards came out from the club to clear away the people watching, and then pull out the woman who was causing trouble inside.

Brianna stared at the woman being helped out with wide eyes!

That woman was beaten to the point that her face was swollen, her face was covered in blood, her hair was disheveled, and the red evening gown on her body was torn to the point that it almost fell off.

Although she couldn’t see her real face, how could Brianna not recognize that red gown, it was the same evening gown Hannah was wearing!

"Mommy!" Seeing Brianna, Hannah cried out all of a sudden, and Robert only felt his temples jutting wildly as he screamed in shame and anger, "Send her outside!"

How could Hannah, in this state, stay here and disgrace herself.

And Mrs. Taylor pointed at Hannah and scolded her bitterly, "Davis family, what a good daughter you’ve taught her! At such a young age, she learned to seduce men! Davis Group, you guys don’t want to cooperate with our Taylor Group!"

Mr. Taylor had long since disappeared, and had fled when the reporters turned their cameras on him and Hannah!

Hannah sobs uncontrollably, her tears washing the blood off her face, "It wasn’t ... Mr. Taylor who tried to rape me! I meant to negotiate a contract with him!"

"You’re making that up! You’re not even employed at Davis Group and you’re negotiating a contract? You guys are talking about getting laid, aren’t you?" Another woman shouted shrilly.

The crowd was even more in an uproar, and buzzing murmurs resounded all around.

Robert and Brianna, too embarrassed to stay, quickly left with Hannah. Ella sat there, listening to the gossip about Hannah, feeling immensely satisfied.

Hannah finally got what she deserved!

That night on the cruise ship she tried to make her lose her reputation, now it was her turn to taste it!

As the Elite Horizon Club escorted the disruptive women outside, the hall gradually quieted down.

Chloe laughed until tears streamed down her face. "Oh my God, Hannah... that arrogant woman finally got what was coming to her!"

Ella noticed Avery smiling nearby and couldn’t help but feel curious.

Avery was supposed to be on the same side as Hannah, but seeing Hannah cozy up to Eric must have disgusted Avery. So... it was likely Avery who tipped off Mrs. Taylor.

"This is karma for a bad person. Hannah has tried to mess with you so many times; being knocked down a peg will make her more cautious," Charles said with a faint smile, showing no sympathy for Hannah.

"Yeah, after what happened on the yacht, I’m sure Hannah and her friends were behind it. But Ella, are you just going to let Avery off the hook?" Chloe asked, glaring at Avery, who looked away guiltily.

Charles smiled gently. "Chloe, don’t worry. Someone will deal with Avery eventually. It’s just not the right time yet."

Hannah’s downfall was no coincidence. Charles, having navigated the business world for so long, understood Eric’s nature well.

Eric wouldn’t openly confront them, even if he had proof. For the sake of the company’s future and maintaining connections, he wouldn’t burn bridges publicly.

Apart from the statement canceling the engagement, Eric had been very discreet in his actions.

He wouldn’t let personal matters affect the company’s interests.

So, if he couldn’t deal with them openly, he would do it covertly.

Ella set down her glass and nodded with a smile. "Yes, your brother is right. We shouldn’t rush; there’s always a good show to watch."

Next, it was time for the higher-ups from Nelson Group and Elite Horizon Club to give their speeches.

On stage, Eric, dressed in a sharp suit, looked stern and confident, exuding a sense of determination and pride. This was the Eric everyone knew.

His speech was formal, filled with customary thanks, but every word from Eric’s lips sounded so captivating, like a divine melody, that Ella almost felt entranced.

After Eric’s speech, other executives took the stage. Their remarks were brief, and soon the charity event commenced, with Elite Horizon Club donating ten million.

People from various circles enthusiastically made their contributions, and Ella donated one million on behalf of Davis Group.

Compared to Hannah’s earlier debacle, Ella shone brightly, earning much admiration.

Avery watched from the sidelines, seething with anger, especially when Ella glanced at her after making the donation, as if flaunting her triumph.

"Let her enjoy her moment. She’ll fall harder the higher she climbs," Avery sneered, coldly laughing.

After making her donation, Ella headed to the restroom. On her way out, she was suddenly grabbed by a large hand and pulled into a nearby lounge.

Startled, Ella saw the door shut behind her with a heavy thud.

"It’s me!" a teasing voice whispered in her ear. Relieved, Ella let out a long breath. The Elite Horizon Club was so large that no sound would escape the room. If it had been an attacker, she wouldn’t know how to react.

Eric’s eyes, filled with a mix of warmth, excitement, and desire, glimmered as he looked at her.

He kissed her passionately, pulling down her shawl to expose her shoulders, trailing moist, suggestive kisses along her skin.

Ella moaned softly, quickly holding his head. "No... not here!"

People could knock on the door at any moment!

If anyone found out about their rendezvous... it would be disastrous. She didn’t want any negative publicity.

A low, hoarse laugh sounded in her ear as Eric wickedly blew on her earlobe, making her shiver.

"If not here, then where? To a bed? This is a lounge; the bed may not be as comfortable as a presidential suite, but it should suffice for you!"

Eric suppressed his desire, but his hands roamed freely.

Ella moaned, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

But she was still afraid that if reporters caught them coming out of the same room, it would be disastrous.

"No... please, not here. The lounge doesn’t even have a restroom!" Ella pleaded urgently. Anyone experienced would immediately sense something was off.

Eric, panting, pressed her firmly against the door, his lips wandering over her neck and collarbone.