Amelie panicked until she felt her mind go blank. She subconsciously readied her leg to kick at his private part. If he dares to do anything to me, I’ll strike so hard that he won’t think about using it again!
“Is it because you have another man in your heart?” he whispered into her ear in his low, sultry tone.
What did he say?
She was stunned because of his words, so she turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, his lips were practically attached to her ears, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Is he frowning? For me? How’s that possible? Back then, he would even dream that I would leave his life.
Suddenly, her anxiety went away; what replaced it was infinite irony instead. Although she knew he was drunk, she still smirked and shoved him aside.
Sitting up, she quickly adjusted her clothes and shot him a cold gaze. “Leo, I’ve already given you what was obligated of me. So, don’t interfere in my life anymore.”
Even if she did not have another man in her life, Amelie would never again permit Leo to stick his nose in her business. Since we’re already divorced, let’s just go our separate ways.
Ignoring him completely, she walked straight out of the private room. After the door closed, the seemingly drunk man suddenly opened his eyes. As his somber gaze landed on the door, his stern countenance expressed no emotions whatsoever.
He sat up, and there was no hint of drunkenness to be seen from his eyes while he turned the bezel of his watch, his black shirt showing off his alluring figure. Smiling subtly, he thought, Given me what was obligated of her? What does that mean?
His gaze further darkened. Is her so-called obligation our four-year wedding? That was a setup, so why would she say that?
With his hands on his knees, he propped himself up before he placed his fingers on the door handle and pulled it. He walked quickly, wanting to chase after Amelie, and asked her what she meant.
“Leony!” Just as he stepped out of the room, a sweet voice called out to him.
Holding an exquisite bag, Elyse wore silk pants with high heels and ran over panting before she stopped before him. “I heard you were drunk. Are you alright?” With a worried expression, she looked at him with her bright eyes.
Her long and curly hair draped in front of her shoulder, making her seem pitiful. Yet, Leo added a clear disgust to his cold expression upon seeing her while pursing his lips. “Get out of my sight!”
Immediately, she showed a hurtful face as she bit her lip out of sadness, looking like she would burst out in tears at any moment.
Not even wanting to spare her another glance, he stated, “Do you need me to repeat that for you?” His words were cold, distant, and full of disdain.
Elyse knew if she continued to cling to him, she would only be humiliating herself even further, so she bit her lip before adjusting her bag strap to her shoulder and silently walked away.
Just as Leo wanted to look for Amelie again, Victor called.
“Speak!” It was a single word without any additional emotion.
At the other end of the call, Victor stated, “I’ve already investigated it. Besides interacting with Miss Clayton in the program, Miss Dillon only ever came across her another time at the racetrack.”
“The racetrack?” Leo frowned.
Although he went there that time, he did not see Elyse present. Naturally, Victor knew about that too.
“That day, Miss Clayton sat in the spectator’s seat and did not show herself to the public. However, from the surveillance footage, I saw she used her phone, so I checked her messages. It turned out that she kept messaging Mr. Lowe that day.” Victor paused up to that point.
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