Everyone would soon witness Rosalynn's disgrace.

There was a knock at the door, and a waiter entered.

“Mr. Boyd has requested your presence in the lounge on the second floor.”

Mr. Boyd?

Asher must have completed the task and wanted her to witness the outcome.

A flicker of excitement Lit up Brylee’s eyes. She rose from her seat and exited the dressing room, following the waiter to a lounge on the second floor.

The waiter held the door open for her, and Brylee stepped inside.

With the door now closed behind her, Brylee found the room shrouded in darkness. She fumbled for the wall Lamp and switched it on.

“Asher, are you in here?"

The room was bathed in light. Brylee's eyes darted up and met Rosalynn standing before her.

Her face fell.

“Rosalynn, why are you here? And you're unscathed!"

A cold smile played on Rosalynn's lips as she produced a small bottle and sprayed its contents to Brylee. s it turns out, you should be the one in distress!"

‘Ah! What are you doing?" Brylee cried out.

Rosalynn shoved her further into the room before swiftly exiting.

A man's voice floated in from behind.

"Is it done?"

"Yes," Rosalynn confirmed.

She felt a warmth enveloping her shoulders. Looking down, she saw Barlow draping a suit jacket over her.

"Thanks," Rosalynn muttered, adjusting the suit jacket on her shoulders.

Barlow flashed a teasing grin.

“Rosalynn, I've come to your rescue yet again. How do you plan to repay me?"