His Coy Lover

Yemmy couldn’t be happy.

Thinking that Zelda was now living in Charles’s place, Yemmy’s anger focused on her, and she was ready to settle scores with Zelda when she was alone.

“Beep beep.”

Zelda’s phone rang.

She took out her phone and saw that it was a message from Charles.

Charles had sent Monday’s WeChat ID to her, asking her to add Monday as a WeChat friend. Monday would then send her the evidence of Burton trying to drug Zelda last night.

“Yemmy, I have to attend to something briefly. Just wait for me for two minutes.”

Yemmy’s expression darkened even more, wanting to kick Zelda’s phone out of her hand, but she was wearing a skirt and was afraid of it riding up. Besides, the Winston’s driver was watching, so she endured it.

Zelda added Monday as a WeChat friend, and Monday sent her a few short videos.

One video showed Burton drugging the drinks.

Another showed Burton asking the Granger family’s servant to bring the drugged drink to Zelda.

The last video showed Zelda staying inside the house the whole time.

After watching these three videos, Zelda marveled at how skilled Charles’s bodyguards were.

She didn’t even know Burton had come, but Charles’s people had captured every move Burton made, even when he was trying to drug her.

No wonder everyone said that offending Charles was a big mistake.

Zelda was extremely grateful for Charles’s tolerance towards her; otherwise, she wouldn’t know how many times she would have died.

“Yemmy, I’m done. Did you wait here for me?”

Yemmy coldly replied, “Zelda, let’s be straightforward. I just have a few questions for you. Burton was manipulated, and he did what he did at my birthday party. Was it you?”

“Do you have no shame? Do you want a man that badly? Tell me, I can arrange ten or eight for you.”

Zelda had guessed that people would suspect her when Burton got into trouble.

She was beyond words. Last night, she hadn’t left the house since she went in. She hadn’t even seen Burton. How could she have manipulated him?

Even if she had been reborn, she wasn’t a deity who could predict everything.

“Yemmy, I don’t want to explain. Even if I explain, you won’t listen. You’ve already made up your mind that it was me. But I can’t just sit back and do nothing. Luckily, I have some videos that Monday sent me. Let me show you.”

With that, she handed her phone over to Yemmy.

Yemmy didn’t want to watch, but when she heard that they were sent by Monday, she took Zelda’s phone and watched the videos.

After watching them, Yemmy’s expression became even uglier.

“Burton got into trouble, and it’s related to me. He originally wanted to manipulate me, but I accidentally took the wrong glass and didn’t drink from the drugged one. I don’t know what happened, but Burton ended up drinking it himself and then assaulting Miss Melville.”

“I can only say I was lucky.”

“Damn Burton!”

Yemmy didn’t question the reliability of these videos.

Afterward, her brother checked the surveillance cameras at home, and it was true that Zelda hadn’t left the house.

If it was really Zelda, she wouldn’t have let Burton go to the backyard alone.

She wouldn’t have given Burton the chance to assault Blair.

“Why did Monday send these videos to you?”

Yemmy questioned with dissatisfaction.

Monday was one of Charles’s most trusted bodyguards, always by Charles’s side.

Zelda honestly replied, “I’m taking care of Charles now. Charles is a very smart person. As soon as something happened, he thought you would suspect me, so he had Monday compile the evidence and send it to me to clear my name and protect Charles’s reputation from being tarnished by me.”

Yemmy instinctively felt that Zelda was lying but couldn’t find a reason to refute it.

After a long silence, Yemmy tentatively asked, “Do you know what gift Charles gave me?”

Zelda shook her head. “How would I know? What gift did Charles give you?”

Then she looked envious and said, “Yemmy, you’re so lucky. With so many women in River Town, who has received a gift from Charles? I’ve been taking care of Charles for so long, but he hasn’t given me any gifts. If he were willing to give me a blade of grass, I would treasure it like a treasure.”

Yemmy’s vanity was greatly satisfied by Zelda’s envy.

Thinking of Charles’s character, he rarely gave gifts. Her receiving a birthday gift from him, even though it was a worthless vase with a hint of mocking her, was still her honor. After all, other women hadn’t even received a blade of grass from Charles.

“Okay, it’s settled. You can leave now.”

Yemmy said arrogantly.

She got into her car first and soon drove away.

Zelda watched her car drive away and said, “You’re leaving even faster than me.”

Back in the car, Zelda called Charles.