The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: What Color Of Brain Does A Genius Have?

[Music: I’m A Sucker For A Liar In a Red Dress By Adam Jensen]

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The camera feed from the shops Catherine entered last week, before the accident, came out clean.

But I kept watching the feed for the past two hours, as if waiting for an error to click. I could feel it in my bones that I’d found something, and it was only after an hour more that I did.

I hit rewind, my eyes following the fast movements, and when I caught it again, I hit pause. It was at a shoe boutique, and Catherine was speaking with a worker, but in the next transition, she was shown going in the opposite direction.

I played that part again. Catherine was on the left, and on the next timeline, she was on the right when Athena was suddenly there.

It’s been tapered.

Someone who doesn’t wanna be found did a clean cut there. I grabbed my phone and dialed Athena’s number, amidst taking a drag from my cigar, allowing the smoke to flee from my nostrils.

She picked.

"I’m sending you a picture to track."

"Whatever it is, it can wait. I’m in the middle of a shoot."

"I thought you were at the hospital?"

"No. This has been pending, and I had to finish up before my manager gets me more vexed. One of these days I’m gonna shoot him."

"This is important," I said, already sending the picture to her.

"Ugh! Why don’t you do it yourself? That’ll be a lot easier."

"Doing this personally will only raise suspicion. This concerns Catherine," I finalized, knowing that’d pull her attention.

"Fine!"

The call ended, and I dropped the iPad at the other seat when a message came through. The corner of my lips twitched. She finally replied after hanging up on me and switching her phone off.

That little trouble of mine.

I got out of my car, and the door closed with a muted click. I dropped the remaining cigar and used my shoe against it as I read the text.

Wife: You deserve it for what you did. ( ｡ •`ᴖ´• ｡)

I typed a reply as I made my way out of the executive parking space.

Me: What did I do?

She typed back, but it took close to an hour. I figured her hand was stressing her out, and I could already picture her cursing while doing it.

I was patient, my eyes glued to the screen, ignoring the nurses who welcomed me. I checked my Rolex. It’s too soon for her to be done with her appointment with Dr. Miller.

Nevertheless, I made my way to the area I knew she would be in. With a final turn towards the corridor, I saw Catherine sitting on the sofa in the lounge, the passing people a blur as I scrutinized her angrily typing and pausing, repeating the action over and over again until she appeared like a cartoon character fuming at her phone.

When my phone dinged, I looked at my screen, a grim mood taking over me like a wave.

Wife: I’m not talking to you anymore. I’m busy. Having fun with Theo...

Theo Mercer.

No one knew about Catherine’s location except me and a few others. Did Catherine invite him here? I released a sharp breath and dialed her number.

Catching a glimpse of the hesitancy in her face, I prayed for her not to pick because that’d give me yet another excuse to add to the pending number of spanks I was gonna bless her ass with, and so help me God, I was eagerly waiting for the moment that I’ll have her over my lap, and I’ll not stop until she spilled beautiful tears.

She picked.

Her face drained of color, and my cock pulsed painfully in my pants. Her eyes moved as if she felt me, and when they pinned on me, I was itching to finish where we left off last night.

A joke. She thinks I’m joking. Cute.

"I leave you alone for a few hours, and you’re already having fun with a third party."

Her chest rose and fell heavily. "Yes, you left."

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