Chapter 3 Expert

Tyler Conroy was an expert in two areas. Stuart's employees would gladly kiss the ground he walked on because Henry Worthington was a misogynist and a womanizer. He was positive that the staff supervisor would have found a way to say the poor child had fallen on his knife or gun herself, even if Worthington had killed her.

In addition, he knew exactly who the girl was. He recognized the face, having seen it in the news earlier. It was plenty for her, if he was correct. The last thing she needed was to be fired in front of everyone here. He grabbed the arm of another employee, a pretty young woman with short blond hair, as the crowd started to gradually thin out.

"I apologize, but before you had a chance to leave, I had a question for you," Tyler said, letting her go.

The young woman answered, "It's okay, sir." "How may I assist you?"

"What was the name of the girl who just ran down the hall?"

Tyler did not blame the young woman for narrowing her eyes. He found himself liking this young woman a lot and felt protective of her.

I don't mean any offense, but I believe you are aware that she didn't deserve what transpired. I believe you are aware of what actually transpired because I believe I have seen you here for a few seasons. All I want to do is make sure she will be alright.

The girl still gave him a suspicious look. She eventually relaxed as Tyler tried his hardest to come across as sincere. Edwards, Charles. You can go see her with me. We are in the same cabin.

Tyler gave a head nod. "I'm grateful. Tell them I drew you away to help me with an errand if they say anything. I pledge to vouch for you.

There was nothing more from the young woman. She just turned, and Tyler realized he had to follow her. She escorted him through the main estate house's side door. Now that the morning rain had ended, the afternoon humidity was rapidly approaching. She brought him to what he assumed to be her personal cabins and the servants' cabins at a steady pace.

Tyler entered a tiny living space that had three doors along two of the walls that were next to him and one on the other, as well as a couch, chair, and television.

The young lady turned to knock softly on the door on the left. "This is Leah, Charisa, my love."

Leah, please leave. Charisa's voice, muffled and heavy with sobs, entered the room. "I don't want to talk to anyone," she said.

Leah turned to face Tyler again, but he nodded and gestured for her to go on.

Leah remarked, "Charisa, a man is here to see you."

With tears streaming down her cheeks and fire in her eyes, Charisa emerged as the door swung wide. Suddenly, Tyler had a lot of respect for her and felt terrible for anyone who had caused that anger. He believed that she might not even be aware of her violent temper.

Before her eyes had a time to look around the room, Charisa shouted, "If it's him, I'll gouge out that bastard's eyes." Tyler saw that part of the fire retreated when they fell on him, but not all of it did. "Who is that?"

"He's among the visitors," Leah remarked. "He was concerned about your well-being."

After observing Tyler for a while, Charisa turned back to her pal. "Assure him I'll be alright."

"May I talk to you for a little while?" Tyler stepped forward.

He could see the helplessness in Leah's eyes as she turned from Tyler to Charisa. She couldn't be acting as a mediator between them because she had responsibilities.

With a sigh, Charisa touched Leah's shoulder. It's alright. Before you get into trouble, you get back up.

Leah paused and glanced back and forth between them. At last, she gave a nod. "Please find me before you leave."

I'll do it. Thank you. Charisa hugged Leah. Leah moved by Tyler after she let go, giving him a cautious glance that he interpreted perfectly. Charisa had a hard enough day, and he did not need to make it worse.

Tyler's focus shifted to the young woman in front of him as she left her room as Leah left the cabin. She merely wore the plain black dress that all of the employees wore. The white apron had been thrown away when she ran from the embarrassing incident, or it had been left in her room.

You've got a good pal. Have you two been acquainted for a long time? Tyler wanted to know more about this girl. By carefully avoiding the spotlight, the media had portrayed her as the distant princess of a malevolent financial king. Here, he didn't see that. He was witnessing a very other scene.

Only a few days. But Leah is a true jewel. Charisa's head cocked to the side. "Why are you in this place?"

Tyler chuckled a little. "You won't inquire as to my identity?"

Charisa gave a headshake. "I recognize you. Almost every magazine features your face, generally in an article about a massive playboy party or a girl who has lost her heart.

Tyler put his hand to his chest and pretended to be hurt. "You hurt me. That's fair enough, though. I'll tell the truth. I am also aware of who you are.

Charisa gave a hard scowl. "So, are you here to gloat?"

Tyler was shocked to feel a sudden, piercing ache pierce his chest. Why he felt so sorry for this young woman was beyond him. She was pretty. Any man would be enthralled by her black hair and vivid blue eyes. But something else had captured his attention. All he wanted was to be able to pinpoint its nature.

"No," Tyler replied plainly. "I sincerely hoped you were doing well. Are you aware of your next course of action?

Charisa gave a headshake. "I am unable to return to New York." The TV still has my face all over it. I suppose I have to hope that my meager salary here will cover my airfare to Los Angeles.

"You don't have anyone who can assist you?" Now Tyler felt sorry for her.

All of her father's assets had been taken, as he was aware from the news stories. He never thought it would make her penniless. He questioned whether anyone had given that much thought.

I spoke with my mom. She is attempting to pursue acting while working as a waiter. She hardly has enough cash to cover her expenses. Charisa hesitated. "What am I telling you?"

What is the reason behind my impending action? At least both of them were acting in ways that Tyler could not understand, and he felt relieved. She had a reason. She was being pressured. He knew he couldn't stop himself now, but he didn't know what his reason was.

"Would you like to be my guest here for the remainder of the week?" Tyler enquired.

He smiled at Charisa's shocked expression. "What?"

Tyler inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "I don't know why your boss was so harsh with you, but I'm positive it wasn't your fault. It is not worth the chance of a sexual harassment case for a few shattered cups. Right now, you have nowhere else to go. Therefore, give it a few days to work things out.