Me After Meeting You

Right then, Amber fervently wished that she could fly. Then, she cursed that Frank wasn’t in front of her; if he were, she would have kicked him in the face a few times first!

Was he a person? How long had it been? Including today, it hadn’t even been two months since Trysta’s incident!

Amber was so infuriated that she started trembling, but when she met up with Trysta, she was startled to see that Trysta almost seemed serene. Trysta even smiled at Amber as she grumbled, “Axton Hotel’s security is too good. I can’t find out which room they’re in no matter who I ask.”

Amber glanced at her, and only after confirming that Trysta was truly calm and not just pretending did she take a deep breath and ask, “What in the world is going on?”

The two of them were in Trysta’s living room, sitting on a sofa. Amber had to know the entirety of the situation before she could decide what the best way to help Trysta was-honestly, it wasn’t appropriate to ask Ian for help.

No matter what Frank was doing in Axton Hotel, as long as he wasn’t breaking the law, it would be illegal for a hotel staff member to reveal a client’s private information.

Regardless of the legality, Amber was furious with Frank’s actions.

Trysta didn’t say anything, and just handed her phone to Amber. On the screen was a map of Axton Hotel, and on the map were two dots: one labeled “bastard,” and the other “slut.”

Trysta was very blunt.

At this moment, the two dots were very close to each other, somewhere within Axton Hotel.

Amber, in disbelief, asked, “You planted a tracking device in their phones?”

“Yes.”

Amber gaped.

Trysta smiled. “You want to chastise me and say that it’s illegal, right? But I also have no other choice. I want to get a divorce, but no one around me is alright with that. Since the two of them are so inseparable, then instead of letting them skulk around in the shadows, why don’t I just reveal their actions to everyone, and let them be happy?”

“….”

Her tone, as Frank’s legal wife, was righteous and magnanimous. However, why did it feel so incompatible with her words?

Amber didn’t even know what to say anymore.

Trysta continued, saying, “Before you came over, I already contacted Ian, and he refused. Thus, I could only ask you to convince him. Amber, don’t worry. I won’t make a big fuss, and I won’t make people feel uncomfortable. I just want to verify my theory, and to let them know that I’m not an ignorant fool.”

Amber was silent. After a while, she sighed lamentably. “I might not be able to convince him.”

Ian was a particularly principled man, and she could almost write an entire book on the walls that he had erected around himself. Furthermore, something like this would clearly be damaging to Axton Hotel’s reputation.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Trysta then said, “Please try. If it works, then it works. Otherwise, that’s fine as well. Since they’re still meeting up, they surely won’t only meet at Axton Hotel, and not all hotels are as secure with their clients’ privacy as Axton Hotel.”

After Trysta said this, she lowered her gaze and smiled lightly. “It’s just that I want to stop thinking about him as soon as I can.”

This last sentence sounded normal, but Amber’s eyelids involuntarily twitched, as she had the creeping suspicion that Trysta was planning something again.

It was only later on that Amber realized why Trysta needed Ian’s help. Although Axton Hotel’s system seemed normal at first glance, and although any of the hotel employees could get into the system, there was one part that no one else could access.

“The virtual space is what distinguishes Axton Hotel from other hotels, and apparently, the architecture is patterned like a honeycomb. The rooms aren’t connected anywhere, and even if I did get inside, I wouldn’t know where their room was. Thus, I need the hotel staff’s help.”

Only after Amber asked did she realize that this so-called “virtual space” was the underwater adventure that Ian had taken her on that time.

Honestly, that really was a good place to do illicit things.

With that, Amber called Ian without much hope.

Ever since Amber had told him that their dates didn’t have to be at a fixed time, Ian had finally started dating her only when he had time. However, he had also started ignoring her when he didn’t, causing Amber a fair amount of grief.

She had been busy recently, and it had been a few days since she had last seen him.

When Ian received her call, he was in a meeting. He had been out on a business trip for the last few days, and when he returned, there was a veritable mountain of tasks for him to do in the office.

Amber concisely explained Trysta’s request, and Ian reply was, expected, “Do you really think that I’d betray my client’s privacy just for this?” His tone was cold, and despite knowing that that was just how he was, Amber’s face still turned red, and she could only pretend that she didn’t mind, saying, “Then, alright, sorry to bother you.”

And then she hung up.

Back in his conference room, Ian glanced at his phone briefly before continuing the meeting. During a break, the lawyer by his side nosily asked, “Director Axton, who’s trying to investigate our client’s affairs?”

He thought that it might have been the police or some government department doing it unauthorized, because one of Axton Hotel’s biggest selling points was its confidentiality and its fierce protection of its client’s privacy.

Ian looked down at his file. “Amber.”

“Oh.” The lawyer nodded, and then he suddenly realized, ‘wait … wasn’t Amber the Dr. Camille from Presbiterian?’

This lawyer was the one who had helped the two of them draft an exceedingly strange relationship agreement, and he had also visited Ian’s ward frequently while he was in the hospital.

Thus, he clearly understood that, even if his boss hadn’t said anything, his grandparents had already long since decided on her as their granddaughter-in law.

Ian’s grandmother even called him quite often, saying, “Our little Ian’s not very adept at chasing his girlfriend. So please help give him some pointers if you have the time.”

As he observed Ian’s expression, he carefully said, “Is it really alright for you to reject her like that?”

‘Wouldn’t you hurt her with such a direct and officious tone? It’d be fine if you cushioned it at least a little. She is someone you love, after all!’

Ian glanced back at him.

The lawyer realized that he had made a blunder, and quickly backpedaled, saying, “Dr. Camille doesn’t seem like a nosy person. Did something come up?”

‘And even if you can’t cushion it, you could at least say a few words about how it’s just standard company policy or something like that.’

Ian flipped through his files, coolly replying, “She wants to help someone catch her husband in the act.” He raised his head. “Do you want to help her?”

“….” The lawyer was speechless.