She's My Sleeping Pill

While he was busy thinking about how to keep his wife safe, Cayenne received another malicious link. Seeing the face of the woman who was almost identical to her, Cayenne wanted to smash her phone.

"Yenyen?" Kyle called out to his sister and placed his hand on top of her clenched fist. "Are you alright? What's bothering you?"

"Some malicious people kept dragging me down with someone. I'm not sure if the other party was innocent in this matter, but I've got to settle this as soon as I can before Stefan finds out the truth."

"Did you ask Tristan to investigate this matter already?"

"I did and I warned them several times to make them stop. I don't understand why they're doing this to me. I mean, they should be aware of Stefan's temper, right?"

Cayenne's words made Kyle think of other possibilities, too. It was indeed a mind-boggling situation knowing that Stefan would not tolerate people who hurt and degrade his wife. "Do you need help to settle this matter? I can go along with you."

"I'll have Tristan contact the other woman and see if she received benefits from what is happening."

"So, what exactly are we dealing with here?" Cayenne opened her phone once again and showed the post to her brother. "Jesus! Yen! Are you sure you don't have a twin sister?" Kyle blurted out which caught the attention of other staff members.

Even Jackson looked at them with a raised brow.

The only one who knew what the siblings were talking about was Nikolai. He was standing behind Cayenne all the time, so he was able to see messages and whatnot on his phone. It wasn't like he would tell anyone about it, so Cayenne didn't mind Nikolai's presence at all.

Cayenne shrugged her shoulder at her brother's reaction. Tristan and his friends were able to stop the tags from appearing on Stefan's account since he rarely went online. I'm afraid that someone around him, unaware of the whole situation, would accidentally tell him about this matter."

"Then, I suggest that you tell him now. Your husband would surely blow his top if he learns about this. I mean... God, it's sickening to see your face on that site."

"But nothing happened yet. We might be able to solve this on our own before he finds out."

Kyle held his sister's shoulder and gave her a gentle shake to wake her up and see the reality in front of her right now. "Sis, you've got to trust. You should tell your husband about it so he could prepare himself for the worse. Hearing it from someone else might give him a heart attack."

"Oh. You are right."

"Of course, I am. I hope when I get married, I won't become dumb like you," Kyle added which caused his sister to pout. "Alright. Stop acting cute and do your part. I'll be here to support you."

"Why don't we call him after his meeting? I don't want him to become distracted."

"When would that be?"

"According to the schedule that Elena sent me, the meeting should be done at 10;30 AM."

"It's your choice to make."

"Cool. 10:30 it is."

They all resumed their job hiring process and interviewed five people in groups. Cayenne tried her best to forget about her issue while doing the best she could to find the people who were fit to become part of her life mission – to help others.

Meanwhile, at Golden Palace Restaurant, Stefan was sitting inside a private booth with five different reporters. Unlike those people whose tagged posts got blocked by Tristan and other network hackers, the reports in front of him were people who directly called him on the phone.

They weren't beating around the bush like those other media reporters but were very direct to the point. They told Stefan their concern and asked if he was willing to meet with them and discuss the findings of their research.

That was what brought them to this meeting.

The only woman with them was Elena who was responsible for viewing the links because Stefan didn't want to pollute his eyes and mind with memories that don't belong to his wife.

"Tsk! It was just this one angle. Are people blind?" Elena said when she opened one of the links from the reporter's laptop. While Stefan was not looking at them, she glared at the reporters and they understood what she meant by those deadly stares.

"That was the reason why we are concerned about this matter," one of the reporters said while clicking on other links without playing the video. He also made sure that his laptop was on mute. "These malicious people are using Mrs. Dumrique to make hype for such a thing."

"That is true," echoed another man. "I asked someone to trace the IP addresses of these people and it turned out that some of them were... uhm, the partners. Let's just put it that way. So, the partners were making hype using this one angle of the woman's picture, but she was nowhere close to Mrs. Dumrique."

"Did you investigate if this woman went through plastic surgery and intentionally used my wife's face?" Stefan asked what concerned him the most.

"She never went through plastic surgery, Mr. Dumrique. We investigated her profiles when she was young and brought it to different well-known dermatologists, and they all testified that this woman had this natural face since she was young."

"Did she receive any benefits from this matter?" Elena inquired since Stefan turned quiet beside her.

"Well, according to what we found, this woman stopped doing p*rn. I mean, this kind of business. The website didn't have anything new from her for over a year now, and it was just recently that people started using this clickbait."

Elena turned to Stefan to see if he wanted to know something else. Being the only woman, she felt really uncomfortable talking about this matter. She knew that it was normal for other people to watch this kind of thing, but it was still different when you talk about it with someone and the subject looked so similar to your boss's wife.

It was very awkward on her part.

"Mr. Dumrique, the woman doesn't look like your wife. You don't have to worry. We can even sue those people who tried to smear the madam's reputation," said another reporter who gained the approval of everyone. "Rest assured that we've got your back. Before other vultures take this opportunity to attack, we can strike first and prevent them from saying anything.

Stefan finally nodded his head and stood up. "Thank you so much for helping me. I will have my lawyer cooperate with you and rest assured, you will be compensated for all your time and effort spent. You can have your lunch here. It's on me, but I will have to leave first for another important matter."

"Thank you and take good care, Mr. Dumrique," the reporters said and bowed their heads at the same time to the man,

The moment Stefan stepped out of the booth, the reporters looked at each other and sighed. "We did the right thing," said one of them, and the others nodded in agreement.

"It's not a big deal for us, but for a husband who loved his wife more than anyone else and anything else in the world; little things still matter."