Chapter 3 Find The Woman

Thrown against the wall, Fabian groaned in pain as he hit it.

"Who the hell..." Fabian began, his anger rising, but he halted abruptly when he saw Jonny. Frozen in place, he realized who had ejected him.

Quickly straightening up, Fabian bowed slightly, addressing him in a placating tone, "Mr. Owens, I had no idea you were still in the hotel. I sincerely apologize if I've caused any offense. I'm truly sorry."

His eyes then drifted to Jonny's hand, which was firmly wrapped around Emilee's waist, their bodies nearly merging.

They seemed exceptionally close.

A troubling thought crossed his mind.

Could Emilee's claims about her night with Jonny be true?

The idea sent a chill through Fabian.

To have invaded Jonny's woman was unthinkable.

The prospect of merely losing his job paled in comparison to other, more dire possibilities. If Jonny harbored genuine affection for Emilee, Fabian feared he might not survive to see another day.

With this terrifying possibility hanging over him, Fabian stole a cautious glance at Jonny and ventured a question.

"Mr. Owens, are you acquainted with Emilee?"

Jonny's response was a chilling stare that silenced any further inquiry, his presence alone imposing enough to intimidate Fabian.

Desperate to explain, Fabian stammered, "Mr. Owens, I... I merely encountered Emilee here and we exchanged a few pleasantries."

Jonny's sneer cut through the tension, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just pleasantries?"

"Um... We had a slight disagreement, but really, it was nothing serious," Fabian replied, trying to downplay the incident. "If you need to speak with her, I'll excuse myself."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he hurried away.

The thought of confronting the formidable presence looming behind him was more than he could bear.

Once he was out of sight, Emilee released a lengthy sigh, the residue of fear still clinging to her breath.

Turning to look at Jonny, Emilee found herself at a loss for words and her heart skipped a beat.

In a moment of panic earlier, she had blurted out to Fabian that she was with Jonny last night. Could Jonny have overheard?

The notion that Jonny might discover she was the woman of the previous night filled her with dread.

Emilee shuddered at the thought.

Memories of the previous night's wild escapades invaded her mind, and instinctively, Emilee pulled her collar closer, covering the marks that lingered on her skin.

"What's happening here?" Jonny's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence.

His expression remained unreadable, giving nothing away. Emilee surmised he hadn't caught a word.

She mustered a smile, striving to appear casual as she responded, "Mr. Owens, we're employees of Xastin Company, which you recently acquired. I'm Emilee Bates from the secretarial department, and the gentleman who just departed is Fabian Warren, the director of our project department."

Desperate to keep her secret, Emilee quickly concocted a story. "We were just discussing some work-related matters when, as you saw, things got a bit heated."

Emilee eyed Jonny apprehensively.

Her explanation could have sounded a bit far-fetched.

Under his penetrating gaze, Emilee felt as though he could see right through her.

Yet, all Jonny did was furrow his brow slightly before nodding. "Alright."

Hearing this, Emilee breathed a sigh of relief. However, her anxiety quickly returned.

"As you are employed by Xastin Company, could you compile the business transactions from the past five years and a basic financial report for me?" he asked, checking the time on his watch. "I need it in the CEO's office by tomorrow."

Emilee was taken aback.

Xastin Company, in comparison to the massive Owens Group, was relatively small.

She wondered why Jonny, the head of Owens Group, would take a personal interest in acquiring such a minor company.

The reasons behind it eluded Emilee.

Although her role at Xastin Company was that of a secretary, her responsibilities were limited to clerical tasks and miscellaneous duties.

Preparing detailed company documents for the new CEO was certainly not within her usual scope of work.

Yet, faced with Jonny's request, Emilee could not bring herself to object and merely nodded in agreement. "Yes, Mr. Owens."

At that moment, a man in a sharp suit and glasses approached; it appeared he was Jonny's assistant. "Mr. Owens."

Jonny released his hold on her waist.

Only then did Emilee realize the closeness of their interaction.

She stole a quick glance at Jonny, noted his unchanged expression, and hurried into the elevator.

As the doors were closing, Jonny's commanding voice filled the air.

"Find out who was in my suite last night."

Emilee's heart raced once again.