"Are you done throwing your fit?" His voice wasn't loud. In fact, it was eerily calm, but the chilling frost beneath that calm was far more terrifying than any scream.
Liliana clutched her stinging cheek and slowly turned her head back. Tears brimmed in her eyes, but they held absolutely zero grievance—only pure, unadulterated hatred.
"You hit me?" Her voice trembled, her lips quivering violently. "Lucius, you actually hit me? You struck me over this worthless garbage?"
She suddenly let out a laugh, a sound more agonizing than a sob. The tears finally spilled over, leaving two stark, dark streaks through her flawless makeup.
"Fine. Fine." She ground her teeth, spitting out every word with venomous precision. "Just you wait, Lucius. You're going to regret this. I swear, you will regret this."
She staggered back two steps, her gaze sweeping over the chaotic ruins of the office she had just destroyed. A twisted, satisfying thrill crept onto her face.
"The Prescotts won't let you off the hook, and the people backing me won't either." She pointed a finger directly at him, her crimson manicured nails looking like they were dripping blood.
"However you treated me today, I will pay you back a hundred times over!"
Lucius had already tossed his soiled pocket square into the trash. Without sparing her a single glance, he pressed the intercom. "Security, come up here."
"You don't need to kick me out!" Liliana shrieked, snatching her designer bag off the sofa. She marched toward the door, her stilettos crushing the shattered glass along the way.
The sharp crunch of glass echoed with every step she took. Her back was completely rigid, like a bowstring ready to snap at any second.
She paused at the doorway, refusing to look back.
"You ruined me today, Lucius. I will destroy everything you own."
Her voice had suddenly dropped in pitch. It was no longer frantic or unhinged, but it sent a far deeper chill down the spine than any of her previous hysterics.
With that, she shoved the door open, nearly colliding with the arriving security guards. Liliana violently pushed past them and strode toward the elevator without a backward glance.
Lucius finally asked the one question burning in his mind. "Have you found out where Madeline is yet?"
Gavin replied, "I've already hired a top-tier hacker to trace her."
Seeing Madeline's silhouette the other day had struck a massive nerve in Lucius. Combined with Liliana's plummeting image in his eyes, he was desperate to get Madeline back.
Even though it seemed like she had moved on with someone else, he didn't care.
With his power and influence, he firmly believed he still had a chance.
But Madeline had completely ghosted him. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a single trace of where she was or what she was doing.
It took the elite hacker team three full hours to finally set up the tracking environment.

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