Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 174

That night, Natalie shone like a star on the stage, impossible for anyone to
overlook. With her angelic face, she somehow radiated a provocative allure that
was almost sinful, making onlookers itch with a desire to pull her down and
shower her with affection.

He had raced there, eager to meet her after being honored with such distinction.
But little did he know that he was walking straight into a trap!

With tears streaming down her face, Gracia ducked under the covers to hide her
shame. But it was too late. The media vultures outside had caught every moment
of the scandal.

Natalie stood outside the door, coldly observing the drama unfold before her.
After a while, she tugged at the sleeves of two reporters at the back and
whispered, “Do you know who's in there?”

The chaos was so intense that the reporters had barely captured clear shots of
the person in question. How could anyone recognize who was in the bed?
Natalie gave the reporters a sly smile and murmured, “Tonight's Best Actress
award-winner, Gracia. My guess? She slept her way to the top. You'll have front—
page news tomorrow.”

With those parting words, she picked up her suitcase, ready to leave the mess
behind her. Out of sight, out of mind.

As she turned to go, she caught Brian's gaze from a short distance away, his
eyes thoughtful as they rested on her.

Boarding her flight, Natalie glanced back at the private jet in the distance.

The first rays of the sun cast a spotlight on the two figures in front of the plane,
an image of perfection if not for Gracia’s bruised and swollen face, hidden behind
a mask as she wept into Brian's shoulder. He consoled her with gentle pats, a
picture of comfort.

Natalie couldn't suppress a disdainful curl of her lip.

Hypocrites always play the victim.

If the media had exposed her instead, she was sure Gracia would be somewhere
cackling with glee.

“Your ticket, please,” the flight attendant asked with a smile.

Natalie handed her pass to the near—empty business class cabin for the early 5
AM flight.

Settling into her seat, she pulled out an eye mask and a face cream, ready to
pamper herself.

The previous night was a sleepless one. Gracia had called the cops.

The police investigation turned up nothing conclusive. Natalie played dumb, and
Gracia's

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claims that Natalie had set her up were weak without solid evidence. The director
refused to cooperate, offering only a vague invitation note as his alibi.

Gracia persisted until the early hours when Brian, face ashen with anger,
snapped, “Enough!” And only then did she let the police go.

Unable to stand another minute of the drama, Natalie had booked the earliest
flight, packed her bags, and headed to the airport, only to find they had followed
her. Likely, they were all heading back to Country Solara.

As she lay back, Natalie grabbed her phone and sent a voice message to Gavin.
[Got a juicy scandal about Gracia and that famous international director for you.
She should be landing between 7 and 8 AM local time. As for which airport, no
clue. You might have your people at all of them. Consider this a freebie for your
entertainment section. You're welcome.]

[You can't get local news apps where you are, so just to let you know, it's already
blown up over here,] Gavin replied immediately, [Such news spreads faster than
wildfire]

Natalie smirked with schadenfreude, tossed her phone aside, applied her face
cream, and covered her eyes with the mask, ready to catch up on some much—
needed sleep.

She was exhausted from the past few days. Her body had not fully recovered,
and the pain from a wound on her back still nagged at her.