Compensation

Tyler's face didn't betray his thoughts. However, he could sympathize with Natalie's sentiments. The circumstantial evidence was unfairly stacked against him. His activities would look really suspicious to an outsider.

"What if Bella is my lover and I frequent strip bars?" Tyler asked her sharply. "Why does it bother you?"

The heiress' eyes widened. Did the young man openly admit the truth? Moreover, he referred to Isabella as Bella, indicating that the two were intimate. Why else would Tyler use a nickname of endearment for a bar dancer? It was the final nail in her trust's coffin.

"Huh? So, you no longer care about keeping your nighttime adventures a secret? To make matters worse, did you bring Isabella to my company as an employee? Do you want to carry on your perverse activities here as well?"

Natalie was trembling with emotion. Her worst fears about Tyler had just been realized.