Their Queen's Back - Chapter 79: Chapter 79
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The moment Skye appeared, a crowd surged forward to greet her, everyone vying for the attention of this influential figure.
Skye's intention was clear—she pushed Sophia forward, making sure everyone would talk to her instead.
Skye's encouragement was the key that helped Sophia shift from initial nervousness to smooth confidence.
"Sophia, I'm a bit tired. Keep them company for a while—you've pretty much gone through all the Hughes Corporation materials during the car ride, right?"
Sophia finally understood why Lauren took an hour for what should have been a thirty-minute drive—Skye had deliberately arranged it so she could review the Hughes Corporation materials during the ride.
"I can't let Skye down," Sophia thought.
Skye quietly stepped back, watching as Sophia conversed with poise. Though she wasn't yet masterful, she already handled things with remarkable ease and confidence.
Skye casually picked up a glass of wine and stood quietly in the background. Then, a familiar voice called out from behind, "Skye."
At the sound of that familiar voice, Skye turned and saw Henry.
His eyes were slightly reddened. Skye offered a gentle, graceful smile, glanced around at the crowd, and quietly suggested, "Let's step outside and talk."
Here, Skye was the center of attention—every second, countless eyes were fixed intently on her.
This could easily lead to unnecessary gossip.
"Sure," Henry replied.
Henry watched her walk away, emotions surging in his heart. "Skye... I really thought, ten years ago, you..."
"Henry, sorry to have worried you all. I'm fine. Ten years ago, I lost my memory—just fate playing tricks on me."
Henry stepped forward, his eyes glistening and his voice thick with emotion. "You're finally back, Skye... May I hold you for a moment?"
At this moment, Henry's eyes held no other emotion—only longing and remorse for his old friend.
Skye spread her arms and nodded. "Of course," she said.
Henry pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of her presence against him. At that moment, it finally sank in—she was truly back.
Skye and Rachel had been best friends since childhood, so it was only natural that she became friends with Henry as well. In her heart, she had always regarded him as an elder brother figure.
"Henry, I'm alright now," Skye said softly.
Noticing someone approaching, Skye reached out and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder.
Henry smoothly released her and stepped back, keeping a respectful distance between them.
Henry asked nervously, "Skye, how have you been all these years?"
"On one hand, I'm genuinely worried that after losing her memory, Skye might have fallen in with the wrong crowd overseas. On the other, I can't help but wonder if she's already married with children," thought Henry.
"I've been doing great. A kind family took me in."
Henry wanted to ask if it was a man or a woman, he thought, but held back, worried that prying might leave a bad impression.
That's good to hear.
Skye met his gaze and said, "Henry, there's something I'd like to discuss. Would now be a good time?"
Henry nodded. "Sure. Let's go upstairs—this way."
"Alright," she replied with a nod.
David pretended to casually catch sight of their backs as they went upstairs, but in fact, he had been intently watching their every move all along.
Rachel and Skye were the best of friends. Back in the day, Rachel would constantly post about her amazing bestie Skye on Twitter—practically eight hundred times a day!
So naturally, she and Henry were quite close as well.
"Skye, what would you like to drink?" Henry asked.
"No need. I'll be straight with you, Henry. When it comes to Rachel and Ethan, I hope you won't interfere. I know I'm in no position to say this, but Rachel is my friend—she should be free to follow her heart."
Henry hadn't expected Skye to bring this up. His first thought was that Rachel must have been badmouthing him—and spreading particularly vicious rumors at that.
Henry rushed to explain, his voice panicked, "Skye, I swear I didn't interfere at all! You've got me all wrong! I was just advising her to think it through carefully. Did she... tell you a lot of things?"
Henry was genuinely worried that his silly little sister might regret divorcing Ethan someday.
"All that talk about family interests? That was just a lie I told her," Henry thought to himself.
"If I'd known she'd tattle to Skye, I wouldn't have acted all high and mighty and threatened her," Henry thought bitterly.
Skye was taken aback for a moment. Noticing his anxious look, she explained, "She didn't say much—just wants a divorce."
Henry looked at Skye intently. "So... do you also support her divorce?"
If Skye says she supports it, he'll call the Moores tonight and cut all ties.
Skye said calmly, "From Rachel's perspective, I support her divorce. She's been wronged in this marriage. You can't judge a marriage just by appearances. If Ethan were truly as outstanding and responsible as people say, Rachel wouldn't have this reputation."
Henry was momentarily stunned, his mind wandering as he grasped the meaning behind her words.
To outsiders, Ethan seemed flawless—it was always his sister who was seen as the unreasonable one, throwing tantrums like a drama queen. So, in everyone's eyes, Rachel was the troublemaker who just couldn't settle down and live a proper married life.
Skye's words hit the nail on the head. If Ethan had truly cherished Rachel in every way and never let her suffer, how could she possibly have ended up being labeled as that insanely jealous, unreasonable woman?
"Got it, Skye. Just wait—I'm heading over to the Moores to teach that bastard Ethan a lesson."
"He needs to learn what happens when he messes with my sister," I thought. "Sure, my sister might be naive, hopelessly romantic, and honestly not the sharpest tool in the shed—but she's my sister. No one else gets to make her suffer. Only I get to tease her."
Henry hesitated, his eyes searching hers nervously. "By the way, did Rachel mention anything else about me?"
Skye paused, her aloof gaze flickering with hesitation. "You mean when she told me to throw some petty cash at you to humiliate you?"
Henry: "..." Figures. That brat has no filter!
"She totally ruined my reputation!" Henry thought.
"Ruined!" Henry thought.
That little brat wouldn't have told her I'm stingy and selfish, would she? Of course she did!
He thought, "How come she never says a word about the hundreds of thousands I give her every month, or all the jewelry she gets from me? Not a peep about any of that! But the moment it's about a measly hundred bucks, suddenly I'm the one ruining my own reputation!"
Henry explained awkwardly, "Skye, don't get the wrong idea—I was just teasing that little rascal."
"Got it," she replied calmly.
Lauren approached and whispered something in Skye's ear. Skye stood up and said, "Henry, I need to attend to something. Please excuse me."
Henry: "Sure, let me know if you need anything."
Disguised as a cleaner, Charlotte slipped in, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, ducked into a room, quickly changed into a waiter's uniform, put on a mask, and wheeled a serving cart out.
After scanning the area, she stepped into the elevator, swiped the prepped key card, and smoothly ascended to the top floor.
Spotting her target, Charlotte moved in gradually. As she got close, she "accidentally" spilled her drink on him. The man immediately flew into a rage and began cursing—just as she had planned.
The sedative Charlotte had dispersed into the air was taking effect. With a professional smile, she smoothly suggested, "Sir, you don't look so well. Would you like to return to your room? I can help you change your clothes."
The man nodded and followed her out, drawing only casual glances from bystanders.
Once inside the room, Charlotte quickly shut the door and injected him from behind. As he collapsed, she confirmed he was the target in her dossier. Without hesitation, she snapped his leg. The man gave a muffled groan before going limp.
After cleaning up the bloodstains, Michael—disguised as a bodyguard—hurried in and supported Mr. Lee. Once they exited the elevator and reached the stairwell on what seemed to be a suitable floor, Michael was just about to push him down when someone suddenly approached from the side.
Is that you, Mr. Lee? Already drunk? Man, you're such a lightweight!
Skye's intention was clear—she pushed Sophia forward, making sure everyone would talk to her instead.
Skye's encouragement was the key that helped Sophia shift from initial nervousness to smooth confidence.
"Sophia, I'm a bit tired. Keep them company for a while—you've pretty much gone through all the Hughes Corporation materials during the car ride, right?"
Sophia finally understood why Lauren took an hour for what should have been a thirty-minute drive—Skye had deliberately arranged it so she could review the Hughes Corporation materials during the ride.
"I can't let Skye down," Sophia thought.
Skye quietly stepped back, watching as Sophia conversed with poise. Though she wasn't yet masterful, she already handled things with remarkable ease and confidence.
Skye casually picked up a glass of wine and stood quietly in the background. Then, a familiar voice called out from behind, "Skye."
At the sound of that familiar voice, Skye turned and saw Henry.
His eyes were slightly reddened. Skye offered a gentle, graceful smile, glanced around at the crowd, and quietly suggested, "Let's step outside and talk."
Here, Skye was the center of attention—every second, countless eyes were fixed intently on her.
This could easily lead to unnecessary gossip.
"Sure," Henry replied.
Henry watched her walk away, emotions surging in his heart. "Skye... I really thought, ten years ago, you..."
"Henry, sorry to have worried you all. I'm fine. Ten years ago, I lost my memory—just fate playing tricks on me."
Henry stepped forward, his eyes glistening and his voice thick with emotion. "You're finally back, Skye... May I hold you for a moment?"
At this moment, Henry's eyes held no other emotion—only longing and remorse for his old friend.
Skye spread her arms and nodded. "Of course," she said.
Henry pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling the warmth of her presence against him. At that moment, it finally sank in—she was truly back.
Skye and Rachel had been best friends since childhood, so it was only natural that she became friends with Henry as well. In her heart, she had always regarded him as an elder brother figure.
"Henry, I'm alright now," Skye said softly.
Noticing someone approaching, Skye reached out and gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder.
Henry smoothly released her and stepped back, keeping a respectful distance between them.
Henry asked nervously, "Skye, how have you been all these years?"
"On one hand, I'm genuinely worried that after losing her memory, Skye might have fallen in with the wrong crowd overseas. On the other, I can't help but wonder if she's already married with children," thought Henry.
"I've been doing great. A kind family took me in."
Henry wanted to ask if it was a man or a woman, he thought, but held back, worried that prying might leave a bad impression.
That's good to hear.
Skye met his gaze and said, "Henry, there's something I'd like to discuss. Would now be a good time?"
Henry nodded. "Sure. Let's go upstairs—this way."
"Alright," she replied with a nod.
David pretended to casually catch sight of their backs as they went upstairs, but in fact, he had been intently watching their every move all along.
Rachel and Skye were the best of friends. Back in the day, Rachel would constantly post about her amazing bestie Skye on Twitter—practically eight hundred times a day!
So naturally, she and Henry were quite close as well.
"Skye, what would you like to drink?" Henry asked.
"No need. I'll be straight with you, Henry. When it comes to Rachel and Ethan, I hope you won't interfere. I know I'm in no position to say this, but Rachel is my friend—she should be free to follow her heart."
Henry hadn't expected Skye to bring this up. His first thought was that Rachel must have been badmouthing him—and spreading particularly vicious rumors at that.
Henry rushed to explain, his voice panicked, "Skye, I swear I didn't interfere at all! You've got me all wrong! I was just advising her to think it through carefully. Did she... tell you a lot of things?"
Henry was genuinely worried that his silly little sister might regret divorcing Ethan someday.
"All that talk about family interests? That was just a lie I told her," Henry thought to himself.
"If I'd known she'd tattle to Skye, I wouldn't have acted all high and mighty and threatened her," Henry thought bitterly.
Skye was taken aback for a moment. Noticing his anxious look, she explained, "She didn't say much—just wants a divorce."
Henry looked at Skye intently. "So... do you also support her divorce?"
If Skye says she supports it, he'll call the Moores tonight and cut all ties.
Skye said calmly, "From Rachel's perspective, I support her divorce. She's been wronged in this marriage. You can't judge a marriage just by appearances. If Ethan were truly as outstanding and responsible as people say, Rachel wouldn't have this reputation."
Henry was momentarily stunned, his mind wandering as he grasped the meaning behind her words.
To outsiders, Ethan seemed flawless—it was always his sister who was seen as the unreasonable one, throwing tantrums like a drama queen. So, in everyone's eyes, Rachel was the troublemaker who just couldn't settle down and live a proper married life.
Skye's words hit the nail on the head. If Ethan had truly cherished Rachel in every way and never let her suffer, how could she possibly have ended up being labeled as that insanely jealous, unreasonable woman?
"Got it, Skye. Just wait—I'm heading over to the Moores to teach that bastard Ethan a lesson."
"He needs to learn what happens when he messes with my sister," I thought. "Sure, my sister might be naive, hopelessly romantic, and honestly not the sharpest tool in the shed—but she's my sister. No one else gets to make her suffer. Only I get to tease her."
Henry hesitated, his eyes searching hers nervously. "By the way, did Rachel mention anything else about me?"
Skye paused, her aloof gaze flickering with hesitation. "You mean when she told me to throw some petty cash at you to humiliate you?"
Henry: "..." Figures. That brat has no filter!
"She totally ruined my reputation!" Henry thought.
"Ruined!" Henry thought.
That little brat wouldn't have told her I'm stingy and selfish, would she? Of course she did!
He thought, "How come she never says a word about the hundreds of thousands I give her every month, or all the jewelry she gets from me? Not a peep about any of that! But the moment it's about a measly hundred bucks, suddenly I'm the one ruining my own reputation!"
Henry explained awkwardly, "Skye, don't get the wrong idea—I was just teasing that little rascal."
"Got it," she replied calmly.
Lauren approached and whispered something in Skye's ear. Skye stood up and said, "Henry, I need to attend to something. Please excuse me."
Henry: "Sure, let me know if you need anything."
Disguised as a cleaner, Charlotte slipped in, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, ducked into a room, quickly changed into a waiter's uniform, put on a mask, and wheeled a serving cart out.
After scanning the area, she stepped into the elevator, swiped the prepped key card, and smoothly ascended to the top floor.
Spotting her target, Charlotte moved in gradually. As she got close, she "accidentally" spilled her drink on him. The man immediately flew into a rage and began cursing—just as she had planned.
The sedative Charlotte had dispersed into the air was taking effect. With a professional smile, she smoothly suggested, "Sir, you don't look so well. Would you like to return to your room? I can help you change your clothes."
The man nodded and followed her out, drawing only casual glances from bystanders.
Once inside the room, Charlotte quickly shut the door and injected him from behind. As he collapsed, she confirmed he was the target in her dossier. Without hesitation, she snapped his leg. The man gave a muffled groan before going limp.
After cleaning up the bloodstains, Michael—disguised as a bodyguard—hurried in and supported Mr. Lee. Once they exited the elevator and reached the stairwell on what seemed to be a suitable floor, Michael was just about to push him down when someone suddenly approached from the side.
Is that you, Mr. Lee? Already drunk? Man, you're such a lightweight!
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