Chapter 7

• Chapter 7; I will clear your name
• Inside the luxurious BMW, Boris tended to Trix with utmost care and devotion as she laid on the lush black leather seat that enveloped her form. Though a muscled figure, Boris gentle touch and worshipping green eyes betrayed the softness within. As he dabbed her porcelain skin with the finest silk, he could not help but admire her stunning, effortless beauty. His only wish was to ease her pain.
• She was indeed perfect.
• Suddenly, he heard her breath out softly as she faked regaining consciousness.
• "Miss Dale, are you awake?"
• Fluttering her eyes open, she put on a pitiful look and pretended to be weak. She begged, "Water, please give me water"
• "I will."
• In the most gentle actions he fed her water. Trixson took three sips before bopping her head to signal denial. If she talked less, Boris would believe her act.
• "Those reporters are so heartless! They kept up pestering you didn't they noticed your pale face. Who told them you came to see Henry Rowan? You were the one who rushed him to the hospital all by yourself and you waited till Elsie came since he requested for her." Boris ranted as he started the engine, clenching his fist on the accelerator.
• She was thrilled to see him this upset over this issue. It made her feel like she made the right choice of choosing him. In the future, she might have a lot of enemies hence needed someone who would protect her selflessly.
• In a low tone, she replied reluctantly"It's fine. In life we can't escape such situations. I am a public figure and I am attracted to scandals like fish in water. ''
• Hearing her justify their actions, Boris felt a warm feeling in his heart. He considered himself the happiest bodyguard in the world to be around someone who gives only positive energy and is so kind.
• Glancing at the rearview mirror, he flashed her a smile, thinking ' I will clear your name Trixson. I promise. '
• Whereas Trixson worried deeply on ways to remedy this situation.
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• In the parking lot of the hospital, Elsie sat in chewing on gum waiting. She heard the clinks of heels, whirling she saw one of the reporters.
• "Shantel Drey. " Rolling down the tinted window,she called out, her lips slipping into a wide smile.
• The blonde women flipped her bop styled hair, staring over her shoulders. She chuckled " Elsie Ross"
• Staring at each other memories of their school life played back. Although, Shantel was a year older, they ended up doing some projects together. And somehow because friends but had not seen each other for over six years.
• "It is Scott now." Elsie smile back as she shifted in her seat, giving space for Shantel to seat. Opening her purse, she took out a wad of cash and handed it to Shantel " Thank you for coming and bringing your friends too "
• "It was nothing. We are in the entertainment industry and we would go to the end of the world to get such hot gossip. It's all for the clicks.Thank you for the information." Shantel expressed her satisfaction. The week had been rough on her side with no news to cover untill Elsie's call. She would make a ton of out of this scandal. Already she was thinking of several click baits. Suddenly, she stopped and asked " But why? Aren't you cousins and best friends?"
• Best friends? It left a bitter taste in Elsie's mouth.
• "I just don't like seeing fans being lied too. They all so blinded by the innocent characters she plays." She replied with a shrug.
• To this, Shantel smiled "Exactly. She has the most toxic set of fans. They would shred anyone who dare speak evil about her. Thankfully they will see her truth.''
• "It is not quite simple. We have to wait for her move first before we can go further. And anyways some fans will remain loyal. "
• Taken aback by Elsie's knowledge of the industry, Shantel nodded in agreement. She stared at the cash being offered and refused "No. I can't accept it. Trixson Dale bullied me my whole life. This is nothing compared to the hours of therapy I went through. When you have another scandal about her, you have my contact.''
• With a hug, they separated.
• Turning to the driver, Elsie called him she had asked him to leave so she could discuss freely to Shantel" Mr. Hermit you can come in now."
• The driver slid in and started the engine. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror and he swallowed " Where to ma'am?"
• The truth was, every employee was aware of Elsie bad temper hence they all had to walk on eggshells around her. When she called him to pick her up, he mentally prayed that she won't get him fired.
• "To my husbands company"
• Slam!
• The driver loose control and the Maybach screeched to an emergency stop.
• Has he heard well?
• "Be careful Mr. Hermit. please!"
• The word 'please' sounded like needles pricking him and he jumped in his seat from fright. And she even knew his name.
• Why was she so nice?
• Slowly, he lifted he gaze to meet her smile " I am sorry ma'am"
• ' She was even smiling? '
• He frowned. Did young master finally accept the divorce?
• Jerry wiped the sweat off his face with his handkerchief. Throughout, Elsie noticed this and suggested " Switch on the AC if you are feeling hot."
• Once again he jumped in his seat because of her calm tone. His ears found it strange to hear her speak so kindly. It was too suspicious, he could not help but inquire "Ma'am did I do something wrong?"
• Immediately Confusion flickered over her delicate features. She replied flatly, focusing on the menu displayed on her phone screen "No. You did nothing wrong "
• However her sincere sounding reply did not ease the tight feeling in his chest. He dabbed the handkerchief on his forehead "Do you want to fire me?"
• She feigned seriousness and teased him "No. Why would I? Except you are doing something you don't have too?''
• "Okay." He let out a shaky breathe.
• She glanced at him, "I am about to order some food so what will you eat?"
• Jerry's eyes widened in disbelief. "Ma'am, are you sick? Is that why you came here? Did the doctor put you on 'be nice' medication?"
• Elsie frowned, slightly annoyed. She might have been reborn but was still quick to anger.
• He wiped his sweaty palms on his blue jeans before announcing, "We've arrived."