On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 95: Searching for the Truth of the Banquet

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Searching for the Truth of the Banquet

"What’s the idea?"

"A while back, I registered a voice acting company on a whim, but I still haven’t found the right person to help manage it. How about you run it for me?"

"Huh?" It took me a moment to process what he’d said.

"The place is right next to my company. It was vacant, so I had Henry Paxton register a voice acting company there." Sebastian Forrest’s eyes were shining, his gaze fixed on me intently. "What do you think? I can take you to see it sometime?"

I was taken aback for a second, then nodded. "Okay."

Having something to do, especially if it meant helping Sebastian Forrest, was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

After carrying my things back home, I collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Clara Langley’s threats in the hallway today still echoed in my ears. Even though Sebastian Forrest had said he would handle her, I still felt a suffocating tightness in my chest.

It felt like a restless fire was flaring up inside me, scorching me with anxiety.

As if a sudden thought struck me, I shot up in bed.

Things I’d never considered before suddenly rushed into my mind.

’A worn-out whore...’ ’Slept with more than just Theodore Grant...’

Those phrases were spat out by Clara Langley.

She wouldn’t just sling mud at me for no reason.

The only possibility was that she thought she had evidence.

I couldn’t help but think of that banquet from over a month ago...

Vincent Lombard was at that banquet, too. And it was because he’d randomly insulted me that I drank that drugged glass of wine...

’Could it be... that Vincent Lombard was the one who drugged the wine?’

The moment that thought occurred to me, a cold sweat broke out on my back.

Ever since I learned that Clara Langley had been plotting how to get close to my brother and mother even before she went abroad, I’d been chilled by her scheming.

If I did the math, that must have been when she got pregnant.

Her decision to marry Theodore Grant and make him the fall guy must have been made back then, too.

’But a plan this elaborate couldn’t have been orchestrated by someone like Clara Langley alone...’

’It had to be Vincent Lombard, the man backing her!’

The more I thought about it, the more terrified I became. I couldn’t stop myself from getting up and pacing restlessly around the room.

’Clara Langley and Vincent Lombard wouldn’t have staked everything on just my mother...’

’There were too many variables and potential accidents.’

’So, the only person they could be sure to manipulate was... me!’

The more I thought, the more uneasy I felt. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

And the worst part was, on the day of that banquet, the drug had burned through my senses, leaving me with no rationality. My memory of it is hazy and fragmented...

’I’m not sure if the man that night was really Theodore Grant...’

’Even though I remember thinking afterward that Theodore Grant seemed like a completely different person that day...’

Forceful yet gentle.

Like an insatiable beast.

I suddenly found it hard to breathe. The thoughts flooding my mind were horrifying!

’But if it wasn’t Theodore Grant, then who was it?’

’Could he have been someone sent by Vincent Lombard?’

’Did they film it?’

I bit my lip, my heart plummeting. My nails dug into my palms without me realizing it, and it wasn’t until a sharp, piercing pain shot through them that I snapped back to my senses.

No!

’I can’t just sit here and wait for disaster to strike!’

’If that’s what happened, I have to be ready before Vincent Lombard and Clara Langley can release any photos or videos...’

’Otherwise, the moment that evidence comes out, I’ll be completely ruined!’

A chilling fear washed over me the more I thought about it. I couldn’t sit still a moment longer. I stuffed my phone into my purse and headed out the door.

But just as I stepped out, the door to the apartment across the hall suddenly opened.

"Where are you off to?" Sebastian Forrest frowned slightly. "Are you not feeling well? You look pale."

I instinctively touched my face before shaking my head. "I’m fine. It’s probably just from washing my face with cold water just now..."

Sebastian Forrest didn’t press the issue. "Where are you headed? I can give you a ride."

I quickly waved my hand. "No, it’s okay. I have plans to go shopping with Chloe."

"It’s good to get out for a bit. Have fun, you two."

I went downstairs with Sebastian Forrest. After watching him drive away, I quickly got into my car. Once I was out of the complex, I headed straight for the outskirts of the city.

The banquet had been held in Eastgate.

Since I’d been there once before, the route was familiar.

Soon, I arrived outside the manor.

It was a collection of simple, European-style villas. A large iron gate stood at the entrance, patrolled by several security guards. When they saw me approach, they immediately came over.

"Hello, I’d like to see Mr. Sterling..."

I had come with an invitation before, so I vaguely remembered the owner’s surname was Sterling.

"May I have your name, please? I’ll go announce you."

I pursed my lips. Everyone knew by now that Theodore Grant and I were divorced. The name ’Chelsea Joyce’ probably didn’t carry much weight anymore; they might not agree to see me.

’But making up a name would be just as easily exposed...’

"My name is Chelsea Joyce..."

"Please wait a moment, Miss Joyce. I’ll go announce you right away."

As the guard went inside, I stood at the gate, waiting anxiously.

’What will I do if they refuse?’ I thought.

To my surprise, the guard returned a few moments later with a respectful look on his face. "Miss Joyce, the madam will see you now."

"Ah? Oh, thank you!"

I followed the guard toward the living room. Just as I stepped inside, a woman of dignified grace came forward to greet me. "Miss Joyce, what a rare pleasure."

"Mrs. Sterling, I’m so sorry to impose like this."

"Not at all, Miss Joyce. Please, have a seat."

I hadn’t expected Mrs. Sterling to be so kind to me; I was a little taken aback by her warmth.

"So, what brings you here today, Miss Joyce?"

As soon as she asked, I got straight to the point. "Well, when I attended the banquet last month, I was wearing a bracelet. I’ve only just realized it’s missing, and I think I must have lost it here..."

The tips of my ears grew hot as I said it. The excuse was just so clumsy.

’But I have to find the security footage from that day. It’s the only way to know who went into the private lounge.’

’And find the maid who cleaned the room...’

Mrs. Sterling looked taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "Oh, I’m so sorry. I had the maids clean up right after the banquet, and they didn’t report finding any bracelet..."

"Um, could I possibly speak with your maids?"

"Of course."

Mrs. Sterling smiled and gave a quick order to someone behind her. Soon, all the maids in the manor were gathered.

I looked at each of them, but the one who had attended to me that day wasn’t among them.

"Are all the maids who worked the banquet here? Has anyone taken leave or resigned since then?"

"Rest assured, Miss Joyce. They are all here."

My heart clenched. ’What... What in the world is going on?’

’Who sent the maid who attended to me that day?’