After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 989 Besse Stays At Oscar'S Place

Chapter 989 Besse Stays at Oscar's Place

Besse was stunned by his gaze. It was so sincere and determined that she felt like she shouldn't question it. She pursed her lips and chose to remain silent at that moment. She couldn't help but direct her anger towards Oscar.

But at that moment, Oscar was helping her out of the situation. Besse suddenly fell silent while Oscar spoke up, saying, "I will give you a satisfactory answer to this matter."

Besse was surprised by his offer, "You'll give me an answer?"

"I have a responsibility to investigate what happened in Northfield." Replied Oscar.

"It's not necessary." Besse refused directly. "It's just a small matter. Mr Commander, you don't need to handle it personally. I can take care of it myself."

Oscar looked at Besse as she refused without hesitation.

"I hope you don't get involved in this matter at all." Continued Besse firmly. "I don't want anyone to be forced into submission because of your power or influence."

"I believe you didn't plagiarize..."

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"I know Mr Commander wants to talk about trade exports with Jolencami, but everything has its limits. I hope you won't cross the line for personal gain."

Besse thought that Oscar helped her only because he wanted Jolencami's cooperation on trade exports.

Oscar kept looking at Besse with his eyes fixed on hers, while Salem sat quietly beside them throughout their conversation without interrupting them even once.

"Could you please drop me off at my hotel?" asked Besse.

"Sure thing." Nodded Oscar before turning towards the driver and instructing him politely, "Take us back to the hotel."

The car ride became quiet again after their brief exchange of words until Oscar spoke up again, "Sal."

Oscar knew Salem was embarrassed while being ignored during their conversation.

"Dad?"

At this point, even Besse shifted her attention towards Salem who had been sitting there silently all along since they got into the car together earlier today. The boy's voice made her somewhat regret what she had said a few moments ago-Besse was afraid that what she had said to his dad when she was in a temper would have made Salem uneasy.

"Is there going be an arts festival happening next week?" asked Oscar.

"Yes, Una and I have shows planned. Una will play the piano so she's been practising these days, and I'll have a poetry slam."

"Are parents invited to attend?"

"Yes," Salem nodded. "But if you are busy, you don't have to come."

Salem's maturity touched Oscar's heart. Not just Oscar, but even Besse felt a bit guilty listening in on their conversation.

"I'm not busy. I'll attend." Oscar assured him.

"Really?" Salem's eyes lit up with excitement. He didn't want to trouble the adults by asking them to come, but he was secretly thrilled that his dad would be there for him.

"I'll tell Una when we get home. She'll be so happy!" Salem couldn't contain his joy any longer.

"Okay." Oscar smiled at him as they continued chatting in the car. Their conversation helped ease some of the tension in the vehicle as they arrived at their hotel.

Besse opened her door and was about to step out when Oscar grabbed her hand suddenly. She furrowed her brows slightly at his touch before he quickly let go and apologized for startling her.

"There are reporters outside." He explained himself before Besse noticed them herself.

Groups of journalists were waiting outside for her arrival with cameras ready and microphones poised for questions.

Besse visibly paled at the sight of them all waiting there just for her attention.

"Do you want me to replace another hotel?" asked he.

Besse nodded. Anything would be better than being hounded by these reporters all night long.

The driver took them away from this hotel towards another one nearby.

As soon as they arrived though, people started recognizing Besse immediately again, taking pictures and whispering things behind their backs. They appeared to be so indignant. She tried ignoring it all while checking into this new place.

The employee saw who she was and then said rudely, "I'm sorry, miss, but we're fully booked tonight."

Besse frowned deeply after hearing this news since it seemed strange that such a large hotel wouldn't have any rooms available right now especially since it wasn't peak season yet either. "What about other rooms besides the presidential suites?"

"All our other rooms are full too, unfortunately..."

Besse looked at the staff.

The staff appeared very respectful, "We apologize for bringing you a bad experience."

Besse took back her ID without saying anything and turned to leave.

She walked out of the hotel lobby and saw the black car was still there. Besse didn't want to get in the car, but then she saw the driver get out and walk over. "Miss Besse, please get in the car." Besse hesitated for a moment but ultimately got in.

"What's wrong?" Oscar asked.

"There are no more rooms available. Can you take me to another hotel?" Besse replied.

"Alright." Replied Oscar, incredulous.

The car arrived at another hotel soon after.

Besse got out of the car to check in but was told that there were no more rooms available after presenting her ID card. Of course, Besse knew that it wasn't because there weren't any rooms left; it was because Northfield had boycotted her under media pressure. She turned around and left the hotel again.

The black cars were still waiting outside.

She got back into one of them.

"Still no room?"

Besse remained silent; she felt like Oscar's intelligence wouldn't allow him not to know what was going on with her situation.

"If you don't mind staying with me for a while." Oscar suddenly spoke up.

He was nervous about asking this question. His fingers trembled unconsciously as he tried his best to remain calm. Besse turned around and looked at him. Oscar continued speaking, "I'm not incapable of getting you into a hotel room right now, but due to media influence, if I do so then it could have negative consequences on their reputation..."

"Okay." Besse agreed without hesitation.

Oscar's heart skipped several beats. He had been trying his best to stay calm all along without showing any signs of abnormality or excitement whatsoever; he simply told his driver, "Let's go back home."

"Yes."

As they drove away from the scene, Besse turned her head to the other side to avert her face. She understood, sometimes, she had to yield though she didn't intend to.