The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1987

As Danielle hurried away from the ballroom, a group of people approached from the opposite direction. She froze in her tracks, her face betraying a flurry of panic.

The gala was a major event, attended by several renowned industry authorities and media outlets. With the script auction being the highlight, the presence of the press was crucial to generate buzz for the fans and future consumers. In such hype-driven events, entertainment reporters were never far behind.

Danielle, flustered, quickly tried to smooth out her dress and tidy her disheveled hair. She shifted to the side, hoping to inconspicuously make way for the approaching group, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Are you sure about what you said? You didn't see it wrong?" Leading the pack was a young man dressed as a waiter, followed by a posse of journalists who were questioning him excitedly.

The waiter wore an expression of mild distress but confirmed, "No mistake, I saw the woman who's been shadowing Mr. Ray all evening helping him leave. The gentleman who came with that lady is now looking for her. I just noticed Mr. Ray seemed off tonight; let's hope nothing serious has happened."

As they drew nearer, Danielle heard the waiter's words and her face turned even paler. She lowered her head, attempting to blend into the background. However, the waiter caught sight of her first, his expression shifting momentarily before furrowing his brow. Had the plan not succeeded? Or had he arrived too late to prevent it?d2

"Miss, are you alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Recognizing she'd been identified, Danielle shook her head, her gaze flickering away, "No, nothing's wrong. Did something happen?"

The waiter's face flashed a barely noticeable frustration before he replied, "Nothing, just that the gentleman who accompanied you has been looking for you. I happened to see you assisting Mr. Ray to leave and was worried something might have happened."

Danielle, her mind a whirlwind of panic, barely registered the waiter's porous explanation. Instead, she muttered a thanks and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, trying to sound calm, "I'm fine, thanks."

"That's good then," the waiter said as Seth's figure appeared at the entrance.

Spotting Danielle's silhouette from behind, Seth’s gaze briefly intersected with the waiter's for a fleeting second. In that one moment, Seth's expression darkened. He had failed.

All the reporters who had sniffed out something fishy were thoroughly disappointed.

Danielle turned around at the sound of her name, her eyes instantly brimming with tears. "Seth," she called out, staggering into his embrace.

The journalists who had been about to leave stopped in their tracks at the sight.

Seth's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he gently pushed Danielle away, stepping back with an air of detachment. Looking down at her, he asked softly, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"

If there had been no scandal caught in the act, now was still a chance to salvage the situation.

Danielle hesitated, then averted her gaze. "Nothing, it's nothing."

A chill flickered through Seth's eyes, gone in an instant. "Since you're alright, let's head back to the ballroom. You must be looking forward to the rest of the script auction."

But Danielle shook her head, "No need, the auction doesn't concern me. Seth, I'm feeling unwell. Let's go home."

Seth studied her for a moment before nodding, "Alright, let's leave."

Relieved, Danielle quickly latched onto Seth's arm. As they passed the hotel lobby, she glanced down the hallway, biting her lip, her grasp on Seth's arm tightening.

"What is it?" Seth asked, turning to look at her.

"Nothing," Danielle said with a forced smile.

Her actions had derailed the entire plan, but using her from the beginning was Seth's mistake. He had to patiently stick with her through the evening, despite his failure.

Danielle cast her gaze downward, her heart pounding wildly with the consequences of her decision. Emotions of shame, self-reproach, and fear swirled within her.

Should the Ellis family learn that she had intentionally abandoned Cicely and deliberately withheld information, they would possibly detest her. Yet, in the original moment, the raw desire to utterly ruin Cicely far outweighed this fear.

The Ellis family wouldn't actually kill her, but Cicely would be ruined for life. The scandal would tarnish the reputation of P City's princess, leading to people blaming her. More importantly, Seth would never want her again. Even if he were willing, given Cicely's character, she would never reconcile with him.

While she didn't care much for the title and status being Miss Ellis in P City, having it wasn't a bad thing either. She had been overshadowed by Cicely for years, and she had had enough.

Furthermore, she simply chose not to rescue Cicely when she had the choice. They had always been at odds with each other, and she felt no obligation to save her.

As long as Cicely was completely disgraced...

Her thoughts were cut short by a hurried figure rushing through the door, nearly colliding with her.

"Sorry," the person mumbled, stepping aside before Seth grabbed his arm. "Issac."

The man snapped to attention, frowning at Seth.

"Cicely? Where is she?" Seth asked.

Issac pulled his arm away coldly. "I'm looking for her," he said and headed for the front desk.

Danielle's anxiety intensified. "Seth, let's go," she urged.

But Seth remained still, his gaze lingering on Danielle for a long moment before he released her hand and walked back into the hall.

Danielle swayed unsteadily, unsure of what to do next.

Issac asked the receptionist, "Have you seen a woman resting in the lounge area?"

The receptionist looked unnaturally flustered, eyes darting toward Danielle at the entrance before hesitantly replying, "I did notice her heading that way a while ago."

She cautiously nodded towards the hallway where the argument had erupted, her voice barely above a whisper, "After that, she never came out again."

At her words, Issac's expression darkened abruptly. He spun on his heel and strode towards the hallway. Just a few steps in, he spotted a high heel shoe by a door.

Seth, who had always been aloof and impassive, had his usually unreadable face twist in an instant upon seeing the shoe. His eyes suddenly narrowed further.

As Issac bent to pick up the shoe, Seth reached the door and without hesitation, kicked the heavy wooden barrier open.

The stench of spilled liquor assaulted them. The room was in shambles. Not a single thing—a wine rack, a mini-fridge, the TV stand, the couch—was in its rightful place. The bed was in disarray, the white bedding smeared with bright red stains.