Chapter 493
“Mr. Warren, as far as I know, what Harvey and Serena did falls under moral issues. Using legal means won’t do you any good,” Andrew said.
Then, he asked, “So, did Brad give you anything useful during the interrogation?”
Donald scoffed. “Taking his stepmother to bed and doing something that shameless? Sure, it’s a moral issue, but don’t you think it’s something that deserves divine punishment?”
Andrew chuckled. “Mr. Warren, it seems like you’re itching to do something to express your outrage, aren’t you?”
Donald smirked. “Of course! While I was interrogating Brad, there happened to be a few intern reporters present.”
He continued, “So, my apologies, but tomorrow, Jayrodale’s front page will have the Weller family’s scandal plastered all over it in the biggest headline. Make sure to subscribe and enjoy it, Mr. Lloyd.”
Andrew laughed and cursed in jest, “Enjoy it, my ass. I have no interest in this kind of trashy gossip.”
Donald chuckled mischievously. “Oh, come on, Mr. Lloyd. We’re both men here—I can promise you, it’s juicy and worth every second. Anyway, it’s late, and I’m clocking out now. You take care, Mr. Lloyd.”
He added, “Oh, by the way, Brad also admitted during the interrogation that the Weller family’s health supplements have major quality issues. Tomorrow, I’ll notify the proper authorities to conduct an investigation.”
Andrew nodded. “Got it. Let’s leave it at that.”
After hanging up, Andrew’s expression turned a little strange. Lauren, noticing this, grinned. “That was Mr. Warren, right? What did he say?”
Andrew wasted no time recounting the scandal between Harvey and Serena.
Lauren, stunned, stopped eating her spiced bisque and immediately grabbed Donald’s number. Without hesitation, she called him up.
“Mr. Warren, hey. So, uh, no big deal–I’m just super curious. Could you give me a full, detailed, and dramatic account of what happened between Harvey and Serena?”
Andrew, sitting across from her, looked utterly speechless. He sighed inwardly. Women—gossiping really was their innate hobby and talent.
Lauren and Donald hit it off instantly, like two peas in a pod. The two spent over an hour on the phone, enthusiastically dissecting every detail of the sordid affair.
Bored out of his mind, Andrew ordered a warm bowl of gourmet stew for himself and focused on eating. However, as he leaned forward to enjoy his food, the chair behind him was suddenly shoved back, leaving him with no room to move.
Turning around, Andrew saw the culprit: a burly man with a round face sitting back-to-back with him. The guy was covered in tattoos on his arms and legs, looking like he was in a gang.
Next to him, he had arrogantly placed a BMW car key and a Rolex watch on the table, like props to show off.
“Fiona, order whatever you want. Money’s no object for me,” the burly man said to the heavily made-up woman sitting across from him.
“Hugh, you’re so sweet,” the woman said in an exaggerated, high-pitched voice. “Not only did you take me shopping today, but now you’re treating me to my favorite restaurant!”
Hugh Williamson puffed out his chest. “Please. I’m only here because you like it. Someone like me wouldn’t normally set foot in a place like this.”
“I usually dine at five-star hotels and exclusive private restaurants,” he added smugly.
The woman’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “Really? Hugh, can you take me there next time? I’ve never been to a five-star hotel before!”
Hugh laughed wickedly. “Why wait for next time? After this, I’ll take you straight there. I’ve already set up a massive, super-comfy waterbed. Tonight, I’ll make sure you scream my name till sunrise.”