"Tell me why Seth hasn't come," Bianca repeated. She knew she was losing her composure, but she was beyond caring.
Every second in this place was an agony, and she was on the verge of a breakdown.
She just wanted to get out. Not one more second!
"Do you know why William suddenly confessed to his affair with you?" Henry continued to evade her question.
Bianca's eyes, red with fury, glared at him. "Why?"
She had been involved with William for five years; she knew exactly what kind of man he was.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so reckless in playing those twisted games with him.
"I beat him up," Henry said, leaning back slightly, his face a mixture of a smile and a grimace, exuding a fierce, intimidating aura.
"After I confirmed you plagiarized your senior's thesis, I immediately thought of all those papers you'd published. I flew to the university to confront William. That man is surprisingly devoted to you; he refused to say a word. So I beat the hell out of him until he was on the floor, begging for mercy. Only then did he spill everything about your affair."
Henry paused, sneering, "That old man really had a soft spot for you. Even in that state, he wouldn't provide any hard evidence. So I had to start with the people around him. That's how I got the evidence from his wife."
"You really aren't picky, are you? To think you could stomach a man that old."
He had seen the videos beforehand.
Even now, the memory of them made him nauseous.
To think he had been in love with such a vile woman for four years.
The feeling was like having eaten rat droppings; it filled him with physical disgust.
Bianca's eyes burned, and she trembled from the inside out.

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