High Paying Bounty for My Secret Husband’s One Night Stand? I Queted Chapter 03

High Paying Bounty for My Secret Husband’s One Night Stand? I Queted Chapter 03

[Jessica, the Playbook says Alexander has had zero scandals since he got married. Do you think he’s, you know, actually impotent?]

Jessica replied: [Exactly why that Mrs. Harrington is so pathetic. A title with no action, can’t even hold onto her man. But a guy like that? Once you light his fuse, he burns hot.]

I scrolled through the file and reached the “Likes and Dislikes” section.

[Dislikes: heavy makeup, loud noises, women who think they’re smarter than they are.]

I touched my own carefully applied makeup, then glanced at the chaos in this chat.

Jessica and her crew were stepping on every single one of Alexander’s landmines.

[Hey, what do you think Mrs. Harrington is doing right now? Crying under her covers?]

[Definitely. I heard Harrington brought a hot young interpreter with him to Palmetto Key. Uh-oh, the wife’s days are numbered.]

Hot young interpreter?

I frowned. Alexander’s interpreter had always been a fifty-year-old man. When had that changed?

I opened a grainy photo Jessica had posted.

In it, Alexander strode ahead, a young woman following behind, bent over his documents.

I recognized her. A new management trainee at Harrington Group. I’d seen her at a cocktail party.

[Looks like that Mrs. Harrington really is in a sad state.]

I typed into the chat, my tone laced with amusement.

Jessica jumped on it: [See, girls? That’s why opportunities favor the bold. Whoever gets that room number becomes the princess who married the prince tonight.]

I watched their frenzy with cold detachment.

They saw Alexander as prey. But they didn’t realize that the real hunter never stooped to such low-level tactics.

Just then, my phone buzzed.

Alexander had actually replied, just two short words: [Something wrong?]

I stared at the cold text and felt a surge of irrational anger.

Three years of marriage, and when I finally asked about his plans, he gave me two words?

I shoved my phone into my purse and grabbed my coat.

“Ms. Blackwood, where are you going?” Morgan called after me.

“Palmetto Key,” I tossed over my shoulder.

“Time to see what my supposedly sexually apathetic husband is really up to.”