Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 451: Uncovering the Mole

Chapter 451: Uncovering the Mole

"Dad, big brother, little sister, and brother-in-law, let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Jessica. She’s the rising star signed by AO Entertainment and has been making waves in Country S for the past three years. I’m sure you all know her."

Aiden introduced her casually, maintaining his usual calm and unbothered demeanor.

Ella and Eric exchanged a glance, both feeling deeply annoyed.

"Nice to meet you. I’m Jessica!" Jessica greeted them with a bright, gentle smile. Ella secretly smirked—no wonder this woman had made it this far despite her horrible temper. She was so good at putting on a gentle front in front of others.

Just looking at this two-faced woman made Ella feel sick. But it wasn’t her business, and she had no desire to get involved.

Lucas didn’t seem particularly thrilled. He simply greeted her politely before everyone dispersed.

"So... you’re Mrs. Nelson. Haha, you’re truly beautiful!" As Jessica was about to leave, she deliberately glanced at Ella and said with a cheerful smile.

Her laughter was crisp, devoid of any trace of insincerity.

"Miss Bennett is very beautiful too. We have some things to attend to, so we’ll be leaving now. Eric, let’s go." Ella responded indifferently, neither warm nor cold, and left with Eric.

"Aiden, it seems like your sister doesn’t like me very much!" Jessica muttered unhappily, jealousy simmering inside her. She hadn’t expected Ella to have such incredible luck, being born into the Anderson family of Country W!

"You’re overthinking it. Let’s go," Aiden replied with his usual brevity, taking Jessica’s arm as they left.

Back in the presidential suite at the hotel, Ella stayed in, reading. Chloe came over to keep her company, while Eric went out drinking with Richard.

After all, childhood friends were important, and Richard was currently troubled, unsure how to win Amelia back. Eric couldn’t bear to see him so lonely and helpless.

At the Elite Horizon Club, in a private room, Eric and Richard drank together. Staying home with Ella felt like torment to Eric anyway.

After all... he could see her, but not touch her.

"What should I do? Amelia is so stubborn, she refuses to answer my calls!" Richard complained, downing drink after drink.

Eric rolled his eyes. "Can’t you just go to her place? I heard she’s living alone now."

"She... she wouldn’t open the door for me!"

Richard’s attempt to drown his sorrows only made him more miserable.

"Then climb the wall, idiot! Don’t tell me you’re too scared to climb. You’re supposed to be a man, and you can’t even do that? What kind of man are you?"

Eric snorted coldly. In his opinion, women were the easiest to handle and persuade.

Back then, Ella was as prickly as a hedgehog, and yet he managed to tame her. Compared to her, Amelia, even with her temper, was much easier to deal with.

Richard’s eyes lit up. He patted Eric on the shoulder. "You’re a genius! What a crazy idea—I’ll try it right now!"

With that, he left in a hurry.

Eric smirked. He had said they wouldn’t leave until they were drunk, yet Richard had bolted after only a few drinks.

Rubbing his temples, Eric felt a strange heat coursing through his body. Was it because he hadn’t been with a woman in too long?

No... something felt off.

Eric narrowed his eyes. Among the waitresses earlier, one of them had seemed familiar. But with the dim lighting, he hadn’t seen clearly or paid much attention at the time.

At that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open.

Eric narrowed his eyes coldly, staring at the woman who had entered.

The woman was dressed provocatively, but her delicate body trembled uncontrollably. Her wide, moonlit eyes looked at Eric timidly.

She clearly wasn’t one of the waitstaff.

Eric sneered. There was no way Richard would drug his drink to set him up. It had to be someone else.

"Mr. Nelson... my name is Shelby. Mr. Wilson... he sent me here to serve you," she stammered.

Mr. Wilson?

Eric’s memory didn’t recall anyone by that name.

Even if someone with that name existed, they were probably insignificant enough for him to disregard. Of course, there was always the possibility someone was using a fake identity.

The girl looked very young, around nineteen years old, with soft, flowing hair cascading down her shoulders. Her skin was fair and glowing, her features delicate—like a fragile porcelain doll.

Coupled with her see-through dress, she was the kind of woman who could easily stir a man’s desires with just one glance.

Especially for a man abstinent during his wife’s pregnancy.

Eric coolly averted his gaze. "You have three seconds. Get out."

He wasn’t a saint. His body reacted naturally, but he had no interest in touching any woman other than Ella.

"Mr. Nelson, please don’t make me leave! If I go back, they’ll kill my family!" The girl fell to her knees, clutching the hem of Eric’s trousers in desperation.

Sitting on the sofa, Eric tilted the wine glass in his hand slightly, letting its contents spill over the girl’s head.

She shrieked in shock and quickly let go of his trousers.

"Drag her out," Eric ordered coldly. "Interrogate her thoroughly. Find out who sent her."

His breath came quicker, but he still had no intention of indulging in random women.

"Yes, Mr. Nelson!" The two bodyguards behind him stepped forward, grabbing the girl, who was sobbing pitifully.

"No... Mr. Nelson, please! I was forced into this! I swear I was forced!" she cried, her voice breaking.

Eric showed no sympathy. If his enemies thought they could keep using women to entrap him, was he supposed to take care of every single one?

"John, detain every waiter and bartender at the Elite Horizon Club immediately. I want to know who tampered with my drink! And... have someone bring a bucket of ice to Room 809 right away."

Eric didn’t want to go home; he didn’t want to trouble Ella with such trivial matters.

"Yes, boss. I’ll take care of it right away!" John responded promptly.

Eric stormed off to Room 809.

Room 809 was Eric’s private suite at the Elite Horizon Club. No one else had access to it without his permission.

The server soon delivered a bucket of ice, and Eric instructed them to pour the ice into the bathtub.

The water in the tub quickly turned icy cold. Eric’s body was burning up, and he immersed himself fully into the freezing water. The overwhelming desire within him finally began to subside.

Eric’s eyes glinted with a bloodthirsty intensity. Someone had deliberately set him up—on his turf, no less!

That person had informants and loyal subordinates within the Elite Horizon Club. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have risked being caught to spike his drink.

"Damn it! Those bastards are getting bold!" Eric sneered. He strongly suspected it was Mason.

Although Mason had stopped harassing Ella, he had started collaborating with several large domestic companies. Any project Nelson Group showed interest in, Mason would deliberately meddle. While the interference hadn’t caused significant damage, it was like a buzzing fly constantly hovering nearby.