Double Revenge After One Night Stand

5. She's a Charm

***Alex's POV***

I, Alexander Lucian, the youngest son of the renowned Lucian Group, got “kidn*pped” today. More accurately, I was forcibly pulled into a car by a woman—to help her spy on her cheating husband, who also happened to be my temporary boss.

When the car stopped in front of the Langford Hotel, it finally dawned on me just how absurd this whole situation was. The Langford was a property that our family group had acquired years ago; running into someone familiar here would be awkward.

As I was still trying to figure out what to do next, Diana opened her door, tossed me the keys, and said, “Go wherever you want; I don’t care what happens to the car. Just treat it the way you treat garbage.” She then stepped out.

Her tone was strange, so I leaned over to get a better look at her face. I couldn’t deny the fact—she was stunning, with a sophisticated air that hinted she wasn’t just anyone. But right now, her beautiful face was filled with anger and pain, like a Black Widow who could take down two people bare-handed.

Jesus Christ! The last thing I need was some murder scandal at the Langford. My uncle might be running the place, but I still owned a good chunk of its shares. A scandalous scene of a husband getting caught cheating? Not happening either on my watch! Anthony was one of the heirs to the notorious Taylor family. If the press catcheed wind, it would be a stock nightmare!

I had to do something.

“Hey, Diana!” I called out before she could shut the door. “What’s your plan now?”

Diana was stunned by my question, staying silent for a long moment. I could almost be certain that she had no idea what to do next.

“Come on, you can’t just walk in there without a plan,” I said with resignation “If they see you before anything actually happens, what evidence do you have to confront them with? Anthony? I may not know him well, but you do—he’d definitely flip it around and accuse you of stalking him.”

Diana seemed to take in my words, her expression on the edge of falling apart. She glanced toward the lobby. From her line of sight, I could see Anthony with Megan, chatting at the front desk before heading toward the elevator. His hand was tight around her waist, whispering in her ear, making her laugh. As a fellow man, I knew exactly what he was thinking.

The scumbag! I could hardly bear the thought of staying in his company much longer. Clearly, I’d need to ramp up my own plans soon.

“I don’t care,” Diana said, her voice edged with frustration, almost breaking. “I’m going to ask the front desk for their room number!” She started walking toward the hotel.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

I had no choice but to jump out, toss the keys to the valet, and grab her arm just before she stepped into the lobby. “The staff here are well-trained. With that look on your face, they’ll know exactly what’s up. No one’s going to give you their room number!”

“Then what do you expect me to do? Just watch them cheat behind my back and do nothing?” Diana shouted, her voice choked with sobs. A few people nearby began to glance our way, some even pulling out their phones to record. I checked in Anthony’s direction—they’d entered the elevator, unaware of the commotion here.

“My girlfriend just had a bad day, you know, hormones,” I muttered, forcing a sheepish smile to those around us. Then I wrapped an arm around Diana’s shoulder, guiding her to a quiet corner of the hotel lobby.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask the front desk, okay?” I offered her a tissue, patting her back. She looked up at me, skeptical. “You? What difference will that make? Or are you just covering for him because he’s your boss?” She started sobing again.

I took a deep breath at her words. Fine, she’s just a heartbroken woman right now—I should be more patient. I patted her back again and said gently, “Trust me, okay? I have my ways. Just don’t make a scene. What if Anthony sees you?”

Hearing this, Diana stopped crying, her reddened eyes fixed on me. She pointed to the front desk. “Then why are you still here? Go!”

I had to admit, a beautiful woman was charming in her own way, even when she was throwing a tantrum. If it were anyone else giving me orders, I wouldn’t even give a damn.

I approached a customer service manager who’d seen me around before. She recognized me and gave me a respectful smile. “Mr. Lu—” I raised a hand, signaling her to stop. “Pretend you don’t know me,” I said briefly, motioning for her to lean closer.

She leaned forward, nearly half her body over the counter, to get close to me. “Mr. Lucian, how can I help you?” she asked in a lowered voice. With my back to Diana to keep her from noticing my gestures and conversation, I got the information I needed within a few minutes and headed back toward her.

“I’ve got the room number, but they’re not there yet. They’ve booked a spot in the rooftop restaurant—they’re probably dining there now.” I told Diana what I've found out.

Diana seemed to have composed herself, her tears wiped away, but to my surprise, a look of disdain appeared on her face. She crossed her arms, her gaze icy. “How did you get all this? What did you say to her?”

My heart skipped a beat. She was still Mrs. Taylor, after all; revealing my true identity and intentions wouldn’t be ideal at this moment. With a careless grin, I shrugged. “Charm, obviously. I just gave her my number, and she told me everything.”

“Oh my god,” Diana sneered. “I knew it! You men always think you’re irresistible, flirting with every woman you meet!”

What did that have to do with me? Not every guy was her despicable husband. I was about to protest but stopped when I noticed her tapping away on her phone, her perfectly manicured fingers typing a message.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Aren’t you going to follow them?”

“Hold on.” She didn’t look up, still focused on her phone. “I’m sending the room number to my private investigator.”

“You have a PI?” I gaped. “Then why didn’t you call him sooner? He could’ve handled all this for you!”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.” She finished her message and finally looked at me, her expression calmer, even with a hint of a smile. “I could hire you as my informant too.” She stepped closer, slipping her arm through mine. “Come on, let’s go to the rooftop. I’ll treat you to dinner.”

“What?” I almost shouted, “You want me to what?”

“Please,” Diana’s tone softened. “It’d be too obvious if I go alone. With a charming mate, I’d blend in better. Oh, and I’ll pay you.”

“It’s not about the money.” I almost laughed at her words. “I don’t want…” — I don't want to draw too much attention. But I couldn’t finish my sentence without hinting at my true identity, so I just shook my head instead.

“Forget it.” She released my arm, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “I know it’s too much to ask. Maybe I’m just afraid—afraid of seeing something that’ll break me, afraid I’ll lose control…” She lifted her gaze toward the elevator, her eyes gradually hardening.

“Anyway, thank you for finding out the details.” She turned to smile at me. “No matter what happens, this is something I have to face alone. I’ll go up myself.” She took a deep breath, held her head high, and walked with the poise of a runway model.

Damn! There was an irresistible pull about her, an invisible string tugging at me. I caught up, wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, “Whatever happens, I’ll be there with you.”