Chapter 375 Scandals and Secrets

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Paul leaned forward, frowning, frustrated that he couldn’t grasp what was happening. His curiosity gnawed at him.

Just as he was about to send someone to investigate, a servant came running toward him in a panic. “Sir, something’s happened!”

Paul asked sharply, “What happened?”

The servant hesitated, looking extremely awkward, then leaned in and whispered a few words in his ear.

Paul’s expression instantly turned sour, like he had swallowed a plate of flies.

Thinking about Taylor rushing off earlier, Paul quickly grabbed his cane and hurried toward the dining room.

But no matter how fast he moved, he couldn’t catch up to Taylor’s pace.

Taylor reached the dining room first and could already hear Linda’s desperate screams from inside.

Alan asked, “Ms. Taylor, how do you want to handle this?”

Jensen was already half a ruined man. Even under the influence of drugs, there was no real threat. But with his pride shattered, Jensen would naturally vent his rage on Linda in other ways.

Taylor said coldly, “Originally, I thought about throwing the doors open and letting everyone see. But then I figured… why make things harder for another woman?”

After all, in situations like this, it was always the woman’s reputation that was ruined, while men somehow got a free pass.

Even though Taylor despised Linda for drugging her, as a woman, she refused to humiliate her that way.

Standing at the door, Taylor ordered, “Just say the father-in-law and daughter-in-law are fighting in the dining room. Don’t let the servants interfere.”

Linda just needed to learn a lesson. There was no need to make it uglier than it already was.

Alan nodded and hurried off to keep the curious servants at bay.

But just as things were settling down, Paul came hobbling up furiously on his cane. When Alan tried to block him, Paul didn’t even ask questions; he simply shoved Alan aside. “Get out of the way!”

Paul stormed over to Taylor, yelling, “You’re really something! Just standing here while the father-in-law and daughter-in-law fight!”

Taylor gave him a look like he was an idiot and was about to say something, but Paul didn’t even give her a chance. He barged forward and threw open the dining room door.

Taylor lifted her hand halfway to stop him, then let it fall.

Forget it. If he wanted to dig his own grave, that wasn’t her problem.

The moment Paul shoved open the door, a panicked voice cried out from inside – Linda, shrieking, “Don’t come in!”

But it was too late. Paul pushed the door wide open.

Linda let out a piercing scream.

Paul froze in the doorway like he had turned to stone.

The dining room was a wreck. Shredded clothes were scattered everywhere.

Jensen, shirtless, had his back to Paul, while Linda desperately buried her upper body against his chest in a hopeless attempt to hide.

But her long, exposed legs left no doubt about what they had been doing on the floor.

Seeing Paul standing there gaping, Jensen, who had finally regained some sense, roared, “What are you looking at?! Get out!”

Paul, shaken and furious, quickly slammed the door shut behind him, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

But when he turned around, the pallor of his face betrayed his shock and embarrassment.

He looked up only to meet Taylor’s mocking gaze.

Paul had well and truly humiliated himself this time. His face twisted in anger as he stomped up to Taylor and snarled, “If you dare breathe a word about today, I’ll make sure you’re ruined in the city!”

Taylor smiled sweetly. “I never wanted to see it in the first place. You were the one who couldn’t control your curiosity.”

She had thought the situation with Jensen and Linda was already ridiculous. But it wasn’t over yet.

The servants who had been sent away earlier came running back in a panic, only to be stopped by Alan before they could rush into the dining room.

Paul glanced at Taylor and, for once, thought she had done something right.

The fewer people who knew about the Powell family’s scandals, the better. This couldn’t be allowed to spread.

But the servant, unable to get closer, shouted from a distance.