Page 483 of His Virgin Romance Series

Brie seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and gave me an encouraging smile. I noticed Alani, still staring at the screen.

“Alani,” I said.

“Yes, Mr. Dubois?”

“You’re a loyal employee,” I said. “And, you’ve been doing great work at the resort. I want you to know that as long as I’m in charge, I will always protect my employees.”

She looked at me with obvious relief. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please,” I said. “Call me Seth.”

I walked out with Brie, and I could see the admiration and pride on her face. She was looking at me as though I were her hero, and for some reason that made me oddly uncomfortable. When we got to the Beaumonts’ suite, I knocked hard, and a moment later the door swung open.

Mrs. Beaumont was a skinny woman with white blonde hair and a forehead that didn’t move. She was wearing an all-white ensemble, and her lips were painted a shocking red. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

“Mr. Dubois,” she said. “I didn’t expect to find you at my door.”

“Is your husband here, Mrs. Beaumont?” I asked.

“He is,” she nodded. “Have you come about the matter with the maid who stole my choker?”

“Uh…she’s not a maid,” I corrected. “She’s a manager at the resort. And yes, I have come to discuss that matter. This is Brie; she’s head of human resources here.”

Mrs. Beaumont gave Brie a curt nod and held the door open for both of us to pass through. Mr. Beaumont was lying on the couch, stuffing his face with a bag of chips from the mini bar. I tried to control my expression of disgust as I faced him.

“Mr. Beaumont,” I said as he straightened up. “I’ve come about the matter with the choker.”

“Have you found it?” he asked.

“We have,” I nodded.

“It was in the little Hawaiian tart’s room, wasn’t it?” Mrs. Beaumont asked.

I was surprised at the venom in her tone, and immediately, alarm bells went off. “It was in her room,” I nodded. “Yes.”

Mrs. Beaumont looked a little too pleased for my liking. “If you fire her immediately, I will refrain from going to the police.”

I smiled pleasantly at her. “I was going to make a different suggestion. If you leave my resort immediately, I will refrain from going to the police.”

“Excuse me?” Mrs. Beaumont’s face changed instantly.

“The choker was found in Ms. Kama’s room,” Brie interjected. “But we know that someone planted it there.”

“That’s nonsense,” Mrs. Beaumont said immediately.

“You’ll find that it’s not,” I said, just as we heard another knock on the door.

Brie went to answer it, and a few seconds later, Ben walked in with Simon in tow. Simon was looking exceptionally guilty, and the truth was plastered across his face. When I glanced at Mrs. Beaumont, I saw that despite her calm exterior, she had turned pale.

“Simon,” I said, stepping forward. “We have footage of you sneaking into Alani’s room yesterday. You planted a diamond choker in her drawer in order to frame her.”

“I… No… Sir…”

“I will have to inform the police about this,” I told him. “But this will all go a lot easier for you if you confess the truth. Now.”

“I didn’t—”

“We have you on camera, Simon,” Brie said, stepping forward. “We have all the proof we need. What we don’t have is a motive. Why would you take the whole blame for someone else? Please, tell me what happened.”

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