His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 1118:

Kane’s pupils contracted sharply, a flicker of panic crossing his face. Damn it! He had overlooked the IP address, a critical flaw in his otherwise meticulous plan.

Norma’s expression turned dark, while Harold’s face grew cold as he said to Kane, “Kane, do you have anything to say about this?”

Despite the mounting evidence, Kane clung to denial. Without irrefutable proof, he could still argue his innocence. He met Harold’s gaze with feigned calmness. “What does an IP address prove? Yes, I’ve lived in Griyh Crait; so what? Does that automatically make me the person behind the matter? You can’t pin this on me based on that alone!”

“Enough!” Harold’s voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. “You know exactly what you’ve done!” No one present was naive. The truth was already evident to all—whether Kane was behind the matter or not was no longer in question. Kane’s expression darkened instantly. He knew that Harold had chosen Lucas’ side. There was no point in trying to win him over now.

Fury burned in Kane’s chest, but he swallowed it down. Without another word, he turned on his heels and strode out of the dining room. Yet, instead of leaving the estate altogether, he ascended the grand staircase and went to his bedroom.

ago had been completely shattered. A heavy silence descended upon the table. Once dinner had concluded, Lucas left

way to Kane’s room. Reaching Kane’s door, he didn’t bother knocking. Instead, he twisted the doorknob and walked straight in. Kane was on the balcony, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. The ashtray beside him overflowed with cigarette butts, a testament to his agitation. The thick haze of smoke curled

still, his features impassive. But after a few moments of silence, he stubbed the cigarette into the already full ashtray. Harold’s voice dropped to a low, measured tone. “I know you’re

lowered his gaze. A moment later, he let out a humorless chuckle. “Since you’ve already made up your mind,

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expression hardened, his eyes flashing with both anger and disappointment. “Kane! What

to stay in Owathe, and yet now,

his jaw. He had

trying to punish him for the past, but the truth is—the matter before has nothing to do with him. I have told you time and time again—your mother passed away due

storm breaking free. “Nothing to do with them? If that woman hadn’t seduced you,

smile. “Dad,