One plan failed, and another one was born. Eloise was like the invincible cockroach.
Her goal was to obtain evidence of an affair between Lucienne and Isidore, to be used later for slander. She had missed the best opportunity to capture the compromising bed photos that day, so now she settled for capturing any other photos of them together.
From the original text, she knew that Lucienne had arranged for Isidore's itinerary on the third day to include a visit to a shipyard to inspect the construction environment. Her unyielding determination stirred once more.
According to the original story, after that night spent together in one room, there was a certain ambiguity between Lucienne and Isidore—at least from Isidore's side. Therefore, during the mountain trip, some "situations" were bound to occur.
Though in reality, Isidore had no idea where he had ended up that night, Eloise had confidence in Lucienne—after all, she was the female lead capable of captivating every man with even the slightest presence in this world.
The entire day in the remote mountain wilderness, she would stay by Isidore's side, guiding him, explaining things to him, and engaging in lighthearted conversation. The distant mountains shrouded in mist, surrounded by beautiful scenery, and beside him, a beauty like a painting. Lucienne was both beautiful and gentle. Eloise didn't believe that Isidore wouldn't be moved!
At the very least, he couldn't just turn away with a cold, distant attitude, right?
If any accidents happened, like the mountain path being too slippery, the grass too dense, or Lucienne's balance being off, who could say what might occur—perhaps an inevitable moment of holding hands or a gentle arm around the waist.
In short, as long as a man and a woman are together, and not too far apart, with a little effort in finding the right angles and cover, spending a day crouched down could easily result in one or two photos that could be twisted the truth into something entirely different.
Even if she couldn't take particularly clear photos, she could always edit them. With her skill in making up stories based on pictures, she'd make do. After all, the intelligence of the characters in a romance business novel wouldn't be too high.
With this optimistic mindset, Eloise set off early in her little white car.
When she reached the gate, a few kilometers away from the mountain, a temporary fence blocked her way. A staff member informed her that the road was closed for the day. Eloise had already anticipated this and took out the pass she had obtained through connections, successfully entering the mountain.
The Mountain Villa, located at the mountaintop, was an essential stop for that group. This was an exclusive club that only served clients on its guest list. According to Lucienne's arrangements, they would invite Isidore here for lunch, to taste the signature dishes prepared by the region's most renowned chefs.
Eloise didn't have the ability to get an entry permit for such a villa, but she knew how to climb over a wall. She found a weak point at the back gate of the villa, successfully broke through, and, crouching low and dodging left and right, made her way to the front door.
She sprayed herself with the mosquito repellent she had prepared, then hid herself in the thick bushes, starting her long wait. She passed the time playing over twenty rounds of a puzzle game on silent mode, until finally, there was some movement in front of the quiet mountain gate.
A team of uniformed villa staff hurried past, their expressions tense as they stood in two rows, clearly anticipating the arrival of an important guest.
Soon, a long convoy appeared on the winding mountain road. The cars were all sleek black, moving in perfect unison, with equal distances between each vehicle. The only distinction was the car in the center, which bore a plate from an old, prestigious brand that exuded both understated luxury and nobility.
Simply put, it wasn't just expensive; even if she wanted to buy it, she might not be able to get it.
The car stopped at the villa entrance, and Eloise stretched her neck, trying to get a better view. Just as the car door opened, before even a corner of the clothing was visible, at least four people rushed forward, swiftly unfurling dark blue sunshades in unison.
Eloise could only tell that the person under the umbrella was tall, with a slender frame. Lucienne followed closely behind, making it clear that he was none other than Mr. Kingswell. As for his appearance, no matter how much she looked left and right, stretched her neck, or even lay on the ground, she still couldn't catch a clear glimpse of him until he entered the building.
Damn it, what a spectacle! Does he think he's a king on a royal procession? Eloise clenched her fists in frustration.
