Chapter 55

Inside the room, Janice was far from drunk. In fact, her mind was clear. "Simon is definitely waiting in the hallway to see if you'll leave. We can't both leave either; your suite has multiple rooms," she said. The lie would unravel instantly. Simon would mock her again—this time with even sharper, more venomous words. Edward, still smoking his cigarette, walked over to the window. Janice's eyes followed him as he began unbuttoning his suit jacket with one hand. "Mr. Moore, what are you…" Why was he taking off his jacket? Edward turned back toward her, the cigarette perched loosely between his lips. His eyes gleamed with faint amusement, and his voice dipped to a low, teasing tone. "You're back to calling me Mr. Moore?" "S-Sorry, Mr. Moore. I didn't mean—" she stammered, thinking he was annoyed by her sudden shift to formality. To her, Edward wasn't just her boss—he was someone untouchable, almost sacred. But Edward interrupted her with a casual remark, "I'll sleep on the couc