Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 404: I Know I Shouldn’t Have Stayed

Back then, Hardy was also kept in this basement, with Hailey Smith guarding him.

After Hardy was sent to prison, there was no one left to guard the place.

These two socialites from the Capital City are still trapped in this basement. So much has happened recently that everyone forgot, leaving only one servant responsible for their meals.

The appearance of Clement made the two women light up.

They had been confined here for so long, with no one talking to them or wishing to see them. Being kept so indefinitely, they grew more anxious, not knowing when they would be released.

Finally seeing someone come, the two women were almost moved to tears with joy.

"Are you here to let us out? We know we were wrong. We can apologize and make reparations. Please, let us go, we beg you."

Clement, wearing a mask, said in a low voice, "Tsk, tsk, how pitiful. Just a small mistake, yet you’re detained indefinitely. No one will let you out; everyone has forgotten about you two."

The two socialites from the Capital City panicked.

One woman immediately knelt down, "We really know we were wrong. Let us go. As long as we leave here, we’ll immediately return to the Capital, no, we’ll go abroad, far away."

The other woman followed suit and knelt, "I beg you, I beg you."

Clement stood tall, watching these wealthy daughters kneel like dogs before her, feeling a twisted pleasure.

See, just by staying close to Young Master Shaw, you can rise above.

Clement looked disdainfully at the two. If it weren’t for the fear of drawing attention by delaying too long, she really would have let them kneel longer.

This was not the time to linger, so Clement generously spoke, "You want to leave, it’s not impossible. There’s an opportunity now, it depends on whether you’re willing to cooperate."

The two women, at this point, would likely agree to anything.

Being held any longer, they would go insane.

"We’ll cooperate, we’ll definitely cooperate."

"As long as we can leave, whatever you want us to do, we agree."

Beneath her mask, Clement’s smile slightly curled, satisfied.

She spoke softly, not at all like she was threatening, even with a hint of shyness at times, "Leaving is simple. Just make a scene."

"Make a scene? But if it’s against Young Master Shaw, there won’t be any good outcome for us."

"I’m not asking you to make this big, just make Nancy Allen’s two-timing scandal explode. You’re locked up because of Nancy Allen. If her reputation is ruined and she’s out of the Imperial Garden, no one will hold you accountable."

"Will this really work?"

"Of course, it just depends on whether you want to leave."

"Of course, we do."

Clement handed them an anonymous phone, instructed them to handle it, hoping the Imperial Garden would be lively by morning.

After getting everything set, Clement took her equipment and swiftly left the Imperial Garden.

As she left, she even thanked the guards at the gate.

Clement began to look forward to daybreak.

Nancy was also quietly waiting.

Clement deliberately provoked her, wanting her to make a fuss.

Now that Nancy intentionally let Clement know someone noticed his actions, no matter what Clement wanted to do, he needed to act quickly.

Nancy wasn’t clear about the purpose behind Clement’s actions against her, but perhaps it shared her goal of leaving the Imperial Garden.

The next day, the quiet Imperial Garden was bustling.

A new drama premiered in which Nancy played a supporting role as the first love.

The drama aired only two episodes, and Nancy, with her extraordinary beauty, caught attention.

Some journalists came under the pretense of wanting to interview Nancy for her thoughts on entering the entertainment industry for the first time.

In reality, these journalists wanted to know about Nancy’s relationship with the Shaw family’s young masters.

Someone had them come to stir up trouble. Regardless of whether the interview succeeded or if it could be published, they promised a large sum of money, as long as it wasn’t too excessive, it should be fine.

Moreover, upon arrival, they realized that more people had come than expected.

There weren’t just journalists present, but also some fans, and even fans of the lead actress whose role had been canceled, accusing Nancy of stealing the role to tarnish her reputation.

Initially, the people of Imperial Garden wanted to block them, but when Nancy upstairs heard an interview was taking place, she nodded in agreement.

Apparently, Clement acted faster than she expected.

Additionally, the timing was perfect. Julius Shaw needed psychological hypnosis once a week, and now he was undergoing a session.

Nancy glanced around the unfamiliar room; it was Julius Shaw’s room, without any personal belongings of hers. She only put the medication she needed for the next couple of days in her pocket before heading downstairs.

The crowd outside was large. Aside from Luna Summer, another female bodyguard arranged by Hailey Smith followed to guard Nancy.

As soon as Nancy appeared, there was immediate commotion outside the villa.

A journalist formally asked, "Miss Allen, how is it that you’re part of the entertainment industry while being the Young Madam of the Imperial Garden?"

Nancy answered casually, "It’s not really entering the industry, just an interesting attempt."

"Miss Allen, you’re so modest. The series has aired, and your acting is truly impressive."

Nancy was a little speechless. When she went with Elijah Jefferson to join the crew for filming, she couldn’t even speak, simply stood as a mute, playing a decorative white moonlight role; how could her acting be that impressive?

Today, these people have ulterior motives, and she just played along with them.

Meanwhile, Clement also mingled with the crowd. She quickly headed to the basement to release the two socialites.

The two women who had been trapped for a month or two were overwhelmed with joy upon seeing daylight again.

They hadn’t forgotten their task.

The crowd consisted of journalists, fans, and various onlookers, and they mingled unnoticed.

The two exchanged a glance, and one shouted from the crowd.

"Miss Allen, may I ask a personal question? Are you truly the wife of Young Master Shaw or Young Master Shaw? Is your blatant behavior between the two because you rely on your beauty?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other, all wanting to know who shouted those words.

In fact, it was indeed the question everyone wanted to know the answer to. The more famous someone’s beauty, the more people wanted to dig into Nancy’s private life.

Unable to identify who shouted, they turned to Nancy, waiting for her answer.

Looking at the mass before her, Nancy thought Clement indeed had some skill.

If they wanted to force her to leave, she would go along with it.

She just hoped that after her departure, Clement could bear the consequences of this action.

Even if she had to leave, she would never spare anyone who stepped on her.

Nancy began to speak, looking somewhat pitiful, "I know I shouldn’t stay."