Chapter 947

Bruce hurriedly sifted through the pages, his fingers driven by a sense of urgency, searching for that one piece of information that could lead him to Evelyn. Finally, he found her file. However, as he skimmed through the details, a sinking feeling enveloped him- Evelyn hadn’t listed her hometown. The trail went cold; Evelyn had vanished into thin air.

His expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

“What are you sneaking around here for?” The study door creaked open, and a distinctly sharp female voice cut through the silence.

It was Lucy. Bruce immediately snapped the folder shut, lifting his gaze to meet hers. His menacing scowl melted away, replaced with a sly, honeyed grin, “Hey, Lucy, back from your Zumba class?”

What are you hiding there? You look awfully guilty,” Lucy shot back, unimpressed. She marched over, reaching for the folder he was clutching.

his hand out of her reach, a flash of annoyance crossing his face as he retorted, “I’m just reading a contract, thinking about getting back to the old grind. But you, with your suspicious mind,

to hide, why act so defensive?”

“Here, take a look then! Go on, check it from top to

his hips, visibly seething as he turned away, leaving Lucy

like a ton of bricks, her aggressive stance crumbling. The documents she had been so eager to snatch now felt

standing her ground, refusing to let go. Her obsession with Bruce was deeper than that of any other woman.

though she knew about his indiscretions, the thought of losing her status as his wife and the thought of being dethroned were unbearable. A divorce would mean losing

check. Don’t be mad.” Lucy cajoled, nudging his elbow

on the shelf with a scowl, “All these years, I’ve had more than enough of this. If it weren’t for our daughter, I’d

stop, I promise. Look at you, just out of

his arm, “With you acting like a jailer all the

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