NOVEL NEXT Chapter 452: Aiden Winslow moved to Cralens … for his w-wife.
While back in New York:
An excellent well-furnished room looked utterly devastated.
Exquisite vases lay shattered across the floor, the mirror above the dresser cracked from the impact of something hurled at it, and the bedsheet was torn off the bed —twisted and discarded like it had been used to soak up the fury of someone spiralling.
In the midst of such chaos stood Selene, her chest heaving, eyes wild with rage and betrayal. Her fingers were raw from clawing cushions, and one of her heels lay broken beside the overturned chair.
And yet, even after venting so much, she hasn't felt the relief that she needed.
"Why? Why? Why?" she shouted, aggrieved. "Why didn't he look for me? Why didn't he wait for me? He couldn't possibly forget me, could he?"
There was a glint of insanity in her eye —one that promised the worst.
The maids stood at the door, scared —none daring to set foot inside the room.
"W-We need to go inside and clean it up," one of the maids suggested, but her tone betrayed her words. She not only sounded nervous; she sounded dreaded.
Another maid hesitated as well. "We need to but I can't find the courage. Last, when Young Miss lost her calm, she almost killed Juli. before firing her."
They all remembered it because it was just one of the cases that happened recently. Similar to one, there were many in the past —each of the stories making them shudder equally.
"But we have to," another one said. "It's our work and stalling it for long will only anger her more, worsening the state. So, it would be better if we go in together and face it."
The group stared at each other before nodding to one another. After a beat, one of them knocked at the door.
"Young Miss, we —"
"Who the f*ck naked you all to show up?" before they would even voice their intention, Selene coldly asked. Beneath her tone, there was a threatening warning that made them flinch. "Scram! All of you —scram!"
They didn't dare to say another word. They were about to retreat when the aged housekeep showed up, stopping them with a gaze.
They all halted while the old lady looked at Selene and said, "Young Miss, I know you are upset with something. But please let them clean your room, or else you might get hurt." Her gaze flicked at the scattered shards of ceramics and glasses on the floor. "It will be difficult for us to explain to Old Master if you get injured even a little."
At the mention of her grandfather, Selene calmed a little. She didn't say anything but walking back, she sat on the bed.
The housekeeper saw her and then quickly gestured for the maids to go ahead.
The maids were on their job, but none dared to look in the direction of Selene. They feared even the slightest thing might trigger her the worst and they would have to face the consequences.
The room was swiftly cleaned, and they were about to be done when suddenly Olivia rushed into the room, panting slightly. But halted when saw the condition of the room.
Although the floor was nearly cleaned, the hints of havoc were still there.
However, she knew better what to mention and what not to. Hence, not speaking out her doubt, she instead turned to Selene. She was about to begin when enveloped in impatience, Selene asked her first.
"Did you find out what I asked you to find?"
Olivia flinched unknowingly but soon nodded. "Yes, Ma'am, I did. Mr. Winslow did take the flight and left New York today."
"Why?" she asked, her expression already looking distraught as if this was something she wasn't looking forward to.
Olivia stared at her, hesitating. But then knowing she can't keep it from her for long, she finally spoke. "He was meant to leave sooner or later," she said, and that made Selene furrow her brows in confusion.
"He was meant to leave sooner or later?" she repeated, not understanding. "What does that mean, Olivia? What absurd are you even talking about? Why would he leave New York when he came just a week or two back?"
Olivia didn't know how to inform her about it, but she knew she had to do it. "Ma'am, although this hasn't been made official yet, there is insider information saying that Mr. Winslow didn't come with a long stay plan. His visit from the very beginning was planned to be brief. He came here just to solve the crisis at the company. And since that was solved, he left."
"But why would he leave after completing just a crisis?" she asked, the frustration making her go mad. "His company is here. Just solving one crisis won't suffice."
"Ma'am …" Olivia was not yet sure of the connection Selene shared with Aiden Winslow, but seeing her losing in desperation was kind of giving her a perfect inkling. "He seemed to have already shifted out of New York a few months back. No media channels have reported it yet, but there are talks of shifting the headquarters to another country going around. They are saying that President Winslow has plans of permanently establishing the base Cralens."
"Cralens?" she repeated, the name sounding oddly familiar on her tongue. "What's so good about that small country? Can it even compare to New York? This city has an abundance to offer. Why would he choose to shift suddenly?"
Anyone who had seen Winslow Global flourish in New York would ask the same. But Selene wasn't just anyone. Even though her question coincides with what the masses might want to know, her reason behind it was not the same as theirs. It was personal.
Olivia could sense it clearly. And it was making her nervous.
If Selene knew the reason, how would she react?
Given how she destroyed the well-designed room without giving a second thought … the truth might push her over the edge.
Selene narrowed her eyes. "Olivia, what is it?"
"That …" Olivia hesitated, swallowing hard. "People are saying Aiden Winslow moved to Cralens … for his w-wife."