After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 1004 Visiting The Rooms

Chapter 1004 Visiting the Rooms

Besse and Susan chatted for a while. After lunch, they both went back to their rooms. Even someone

as active as Susan was sleeping heavily during her pregnancy. As soon as she finished eating lunch,

she fell asleep.

Besse was planning to take a nap in her room when she received a call from Doyle. Naturally, he had

seen the news today and so had she.

There were many heated comments on the news, but Besse didn't care anymore.

"I'll come to Northfield tomorrow," Doyle said firmly. "I'll accompany you to court."

"First handle the internal affairs of Karami," Besse hoped that Doyle wouldn't be so impulsive. "I

suddenly began to suspect that there may be someone behind the scenes manipulating this plagiarism

incident with Phantom."

"You mean someone is deliberately trying to smear our Karami?" Doyle became excited.

"They probably want to use this plagiarism incident to suppress Karami's brand," Besse explained

calmly. "Karami hasn't been in the luxury goods circle for long, but it has attracted many people's likes

since its debut and has put an end to many traditional luxury brands. There are many jealous people

out there who might be intentionally stirring up trouble behind the scenes because even if Phantom

wanted fame, without anyone backing her up she wouldn't have become so arrogant."

Doyle nodded in agreement."Now that you mention it, it does seem like that."

"So don't rush back yet," Besse advised him wisely. "See if you can investigate secretly who is making

Phantom do this, once the lawsuit ends we can still turn things around."

"I want to come over and keep you company," Doyle spoke slowly.

"I'm really fine. I'm living with Susan now."

"Susan?" Doyle was surprised.

"Yeah, I'm living with her. She's keeping me company. So I won't be in any danger."

"How did she end up staying with you?" Doyle asked curiously

"Maybe it's fate," Bessey replied. "Anyway, we consider each other friends."

"When I get Northfield, I will thank her properly."

"We'll talk about that later. Your priority now is stabilizing Karami, and finding out who's behind all of

this. As for my situation, I can handle it myself."

"You're so independent, it makes me unable to find any reason why I should get closer." Doyle felt

inexplicably lonely. "If any other woman encountered what happened today, she would cry, but instead,

you're comforting me, rationality teaching me how to deal with it."

"I just don't want certain people with ill intentions to succeed, I'm not that great! If someone doesn't

mess with me, I won't mess with them. But if they do, then I will fight back!"

Doyle knew Besse's personality well. She wasn't petty about most things and was willing to let things

go if it meant avoiding trouble. However, when she did care about something, she would stick to it until

the end.

"So, I'm not that independent and I don't want you to stay away from me," Besse explained clearly. "I

just need your help in handling this matter so that I don't have to suffer."

Doyle promised her, "Okay, but if you ever need me by your side for anything at all, don't hesitate to

ask. I'll be there for you no matter what. Even if it means going against my mother."

"I know." Besse smiled.

She knew how good Doyle was to her.

"I won't be polite with you." She added.

The two of them chatted for a while longer before Besse finally put down her phone. But as she was

lying on the bed, she couldn't sleep anymore.

She lay there thinking about something-who was behind everything? Doubts began creeping into her

mind. She didn't believe that an unknown designer like Phantom could be so arrogant without someone

powerful backing her up from behind.

And naturally, the person supporting him would be Karami's competitor.

Besse took a deep breath; she decided to leave this for Doyle to handle, since there were too many

competitors out there, making it difficult for her to figure out who exactly was causing trouble behind the

scenes.

She got up from bed, unable to sleep any longer, and walked around exploring the house that had

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There were four bedrooms in total along this corridor. Two of them were empty. She had picked a room

randomly earlier without seeing the other two rooms inside.

Besse opened one of these doors only to find herself standing inside what appeared like a master

bedroom. The room was spacious yet cosy. Unlike most modern designs which typically used

monochromatic black-white-grey colours throughout, this room featured warm orange-yellow hues that

gave off an elegant yet comfortable feeling, making one feel instantly at home upon entering.

She couldn't help but walk inside. It was as if someone had lived there before, with no dust in sight.

She picked up the photo on the bedside table. It must be Hannah's. She had found her picture online,

and it looked just like the ones she saw there, beautiful indeed.

She put down the photo and picked up another one, a picture of Oscar and Hannah getting married on-

site. The two of them were so talented and good-looking that they seemed to match each other well.

After looking at it for a while, Besse suddenly felt an indescribable sense of oppression. She walked out

onto the balcony to get some fresh air.

On the huge balcony, there was still a cigarette butt in an ashtray on top of an outdoor coffee table,

which was probably missed by the maid during cleaning. The cigarette butt had been sitting there for

quite some time but not long enough since Hannah died, Besse guessed. Therefore, it could be

confirmed that Oscar came here to smoke sometimes.

Besse could even imagine Oscar sitting here alone with a desolate look on his face after Susan's

recent words came back to her mind: that he married his second wife because he was forced into

politics.

Now it seemed like maybe that was true after all.

Besse stood on the balcony for a while longer; however, she still felt like she had intruded into

someone else's territory so she didn't stay too long before leaving.

After leaving, Besse opened another door, which led to what appeared to be a boy's room decorated

very boyishly with navy blue and white stripes everywhere, definitely something little boys would love.

Was this room prepared specifically for Salem?

Just thinking about Salem made Besse feel warm yet painful in her heart when she recalled how he

looked unintentionally.