He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 322

**TITLE: A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**
**Chapter 322: Morning Confrontation**

“Scott, it’s still early. Are you sure you don’t want to get a bit more rest?” Monique’s voice was laced with concern as she watched him prepare to leave.

“I can’t afford to waste any time, Monique,” he replied, his tone clipped and resolute. “I’m heading to the office first thing to check on the partnership progress. The Lewis Group has set the minimum investment at a staggering one billion dollars. With our current reputation hanging by a thread and the Myers Group’s firm stance, if we don’t accept their terms, I seriously doubt anyone else will be willing to invest in us.”

Monique frowned, crossing her arms defensively. “But Chloe has made it clear she refuses to work with the Myers Group, hasn’t she? She’s the one in charge of this project, and if she can’t make it happen, she should step down. That’s what the board agreed upon, Scott. Are you really going to help her with this impossible task?”

Scott had already reached the door when her words stopped him in his tracks. He turned slowly, his expression unreadable.

“Monique, don’t you want the Lewis Group to reclaim its former glory and start turning a profit again?” he challenged, his eyes searching hers for understanding.

“I…” Monique struggled to find her words, the weight of his question hanging heavily in the air.

Without another word, Scott turned and walked out, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the stillness before the dawn. Moments later, the roar of his car engine filled the driveway as he drove away, leaving Monique standing frozen in place.

She glanced at the clock on the wall—only six in the morning. Scott was already on his way to the office, and Chloe’s deadline loomed ominously at ten o’clock sharp, less than four hours away.

If Scott chose to support Chloe, he had the power to secure that billion-dollar funding.

But if he backed her now, wouldn’t that completely derail their plans?

No, she couldn’t let that happen. Monique felt a surge of determination. She didn’t have a moment to waste. With urgency fueling her, she rushed upstairs to change her clothes, her mind racing with possibilities. Once ready, she dashed out of the Lewis Manor and made her way toward a private suburban estate, her heart pounding with each step.

As she arrived at Ernesto’s place, she hesitated for a brief moment. Should she call him first? But then she remembered the door code she had memorized and began entering it with trembling fingers.

The lock clicked open, and Monique pushed the door forward, intending to surprise Ernesto with her sudden visit. However, in her haste, she accidentally knocked over a delicate vase positioned precariously near the entrance.

The crash shattered the early morning silence, reverberating through the house. Almost immediately, she heard movement from upstairs—a sudden flurry of activity, as if someone had been startled awake.

“Ernesto? Is that you?” Monique called out, flipping on the living room lights.

Her heart sank as she took in the disarray of the room. A woman’s coat lay carelessly draped over the sofa, and a pair of high-heeled shoes was strewn across the floor. The vase she had knocked over lay shattered, and it was clear that no one had bothered to clean up the mess.

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