Chapter 295

Christina's firm tone left Zachary with no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Alright, I'll let you get back to it. Once the planning's done, I'll swing by to hand things off."

Christina gave a slight nod, not looking up until she heard the office door click shut. Her face showed signs of fatigue, and her emotions were a tangled mess.

If William hadn't done anything wrong, why was he resting with Thora?

Even if nothing happened, it was enough to bother Christina deeply.

But if William had done something wrong, according to Thora, it was because he mistook Thora for her.

This indicated that William still had strong feelings for her.

Moreover, she had no right to blame William now.

The only thing connecting them was Harper, and nothing else.

Pushing aside her chaotic thoughts, Christina threw herself into her work, trying not to think too much.

Once everything was settled, Zachary managed to restore the original images, proving that everything had been doctored.

The PR department also had a solution ready.

After confirming there were no more issues, Christina glanced at the night outside the window and then at her watch.

It was already past ten at night.

Rubbing her tired temples, Christina stood up and instinctively thought of William.

Zachary had said that William would be waiting for her outside.

It was already past ten. Would he still be there?

A hint of worry flashed across Christina's face, but she quickly regained her composure, feeling annoyed with herself.

What did it matter if William was waiting outside?

If he wanted to wait, let him wait.

With a cold expression, Christina picked up her handbag and left the office.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw William sitting anxiously on the sofa in the lobby.

He was staring intently at the elevator.

When he saw Christina, he quickly stood up and walked briskly towards her.

"Christina, I..."

Seeing the weary look on William's face, Christina turned away and walked past him without a word, her expression as cold as ice.

Watching her walk away, William felt a pang in his heart. He followed her, his face filled with anxiety and regret.

"Christina, please believe me. I didn't do anything with her."

"We're innocent. Others might not know, but you do. My heart has always been with you. How could I be interested in another woman?"

"William."

Christina suddenly stopped and turned to face him.

Seeing her resolute expression, William felt a sinking feeling, sensing something bad was about to happen.

But then Christina gave a wry smile, tinged with self-mockery.

"I believe you're innocent."

William's eyes lit up, but before he could say anything, Christina continued, "But you didn't control yourself. If you really cared about me, you would've kept your distance from other women. You wouldn't have ended up in the same bed as Thora."

With that one sentence, William felt a chill, understanding Christina's point.

She meant that William had allowed himself to be in a compromising situation with another woman, leading to unnecessary misunderstandings.

Though relieved that Christina believed him, the fact that he was suspected still pained him.

"Christina, I don't know how I ended up in the same bed as her, but believe me, I drank something spiked that night."

"I was set up. I haven't figured it out yet, but once I do, I'll prove my innocence to you!"

Thinking about being set up, William felt a surge of frustration.

As the CEO of Cavendish Corporation, he had been tricked at his own party.

If he hadn't been sure that he was unconscious and couldn't do anything, he couldn't imagine how furious he would be.

"Proving your innocence is your business."

Christina looked at him calmly, her voice steady.

"As for me, apart from Harper, there's nothing between us."

"I have no right to blame you. What you do next is none of my concern."

After saying this, Christina looked at the exhausted William and couldn't help but leave him with one last remark before walking away.

"Go home and rest. If there's anything about Harper, contact me. Otherwise, don't reach out."

With that, Christina walked away without looking back, disappearing from William's sight.

William stared blankly at her retreating figure, clenching his fists, his eyes darkening.

He vowed to find out who had drugged him. When he did, he would make them regret ever being born.

But with Christina's studio also in trouble, William had no time to dwell on his own issues. He picked up his phone and made a call.

"I need you to handle something for me."

After explaining the situation, the person on the other end replied respectfully, "Mr. Cavendish, don't worry. We'll take care of it!"

"We'll prove Ms. Windsor's studio's innocence and find out what happened at the party. No suspicious person will be overlooked!"

Nodding, William hung up.

Thinking of Harper, who was being cared for at home, his expression darkened.

First, Harper went missing, then was suddenly found but with amnesia, and Jennifer was dead.

Then Christina's studio had problems, and he was drugged, ending up in bed with Thora.

Though nothing happened between them, the series of events felt too coincidental.

William, always alert, felt something was off, as if he was missing something.

Frowning, he thought for a moment before making another call, his face stern.