I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 179

"None of that matters. What matters is, does your offer still stand?"

Maxwell's eyes were practically burning with obsession as he demanded an answer.

The man chuckled softly. "Of course. Your goals align perfectly with mine. We're on the same side, aiming for the exact same outcome. Trust me, partner with me, and the results will exceed your wildest expectations."

His sheer confidence radiated effortlessly through the phone line.

Maxwell lowered his gaze and hummed in agreement.

"I'll play my part. Whatever you need me to do, just say the word."

"Perfect. We start tomorrow. To our mutual success."

"Deal."

Maxwell hung up. He stood frozen in the bathroom for a few moments before turning on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face. Walking into the living room, he grabbed the spare first-aid kit and sloppily patched up his cuts.

His phone rang again.

A flash of extreme annoyance crossed his face. When he saw it was Aria's agent, the irritation morphed into outright anger.

But given that his company's entire cash flow currently relied on Aria, he had no choice but to answer.

"Mr. Sterling, it's bad! Aria, she...!"

The agent was so frantic he could barely form a coherent sentence.

Maxwell frowned deeply. "Spit it out! Stop stuttering!"

Whenever it came to Aria, his patience was non-existent.

If she wasn't still a valuable cash cow, he would have dumped her on the street ages ago.

"I can't find her anywhere. And yesterday... I found out she's been in contact with Mr. York."

Maxwell sneered. "She's a grown woman. If she doesn't want to rest, what are you gonna do? Tie her to a bed?"

"But..."

Before the agent could argue, Maxwell cut him off.

"Enough. Handle these minor issues yourself from now on. Don't bother me with this garbage."

He killed the call immediately.

Staring at the darkened screen, the agent let out a heavy sigh and shook his head.

He pocketed his phone and turned to head back to his room, only to freeze when he saw Aria standing in the doorway. He had no idea how long she had been there.

Her eyes were vacant, completely stripped of any life, just staring through him like a ghost.

When she finally met his gaze, a bitter, self-deprecating smile touched her lips before she turned and walked toward her bedroom.