Chapter 449 Your Wife Doesn't Want You Anymore
"Got it all done for you. No need to thank me."
"But if you want to send me a Bugatti as a thank you, I won't stop you."
In the living room, William sat on the sofa smoking. The faint smell of tobacco drifted into the bedroom where Thalia sat at her vanity, touching her face. She sniffed, catching a whiff of the smoke.
"William, go smoke outside," Thalia called out, too lazy to move. With face cream still in her hand, waiting to be applied, she yelled.
In the living room, William had just pulled the ashtray closer and was about to tap off the ash when Thalia's shout stopped him in his tracks.
On the other end, James laughed cruelly. "Do you know what kind of man dies the most miserable death in this world?"
"What?"
"Men who are scared of their wives."
"After you die and go to hell, even the Grim Reaper will laugh at you."
William took a drag and casually tapped his ash before firing back. "Then he must be single and doesn't know the joy of it."
James was hit where it hurt. William had basically just mocked him for being single without saying it outright.
"Oh wow, having a wife is so wonderful! But mark my words—within a year, your wife will divorce you."
"Your wife doesn't want you anymore—how pitiful!"
"Damn it! Hanging up on me."
James hadn't even gotten his revenge when William hung up. Holding his phone, he cursed, unwilling to let it go and wanting to make a second call.
"Blocking me?"
"Your wife just doesn't want you anymore."
William hung up and opened the living room window. The cool late autumn breeze rushed in, and before long, the smell of smoke had cleared out.
When he went back into the bedroom, he saw Thalia pulling back the covers, about to get into bed.
Her long hair was neatly tied into a bun on top of her head.
"Sabrina's been dealt with."
"How?"
"I threw her onto some rich Lumarian guy's bed. If she wants to get out of there, it'll probably cost her half her life."
James loved doing this kind of thing.
He gets the job done without getting his own hands dirty.
William said this while moving to sit on the edge of the bed in front of Thalia, gazing at her.
"What?"
"No show of appreciation?"
"What kind of appreciation do you want?" Thalia played dumb.
William pointed at his cheek. Thalia nodded knowingly. "You're right, there should be."
William blinked, waiting for her gesture.
Thalia grabbed his collar and pulled him close, her slender hand veined and delicate. "But you need to take a shower first."
.........
"Sophia, what are you looking at? I noticed you keep going back and forth on this company's website. You're not thinking of joining them after graduation, are you?"
Sophia jumped when her classmate tapped her shoulder. "I don't have that kind of ability. They want elite talent. I'm not qualified."
"Getting in isn't that hard, is it? If you have family connections, you should use them. Even if you lack the skills, your dad can help, right?"
"You're joking."
Sophia closed the webpage and picked up her phone from the desk to check Facebook.
She scrolled through the Facebook pages thoroughly.
Before long, she appeared to find something of interest.
She walked over to her roommate with her phone. "Help me check this—are these two cats the same?"
"They're both Ragdolls, right? They look pretty similar, but I really can't tell if they're the same one. Why don't you ask a pet store owner? They should be able to tell."
"There's one right by the school entrance."
"I'll go right now," Sophia said, grabbing her coat, throwing it on, taking her phone, and heading out.
Winter arrived earlier in Regal City than Emerald City. While Thalia could still go out in just a sweater, Sophia already needed a coat.
As soon as Sophia left, another roommate came in. Seeing her rush out without a word, she was puzzled. "What's up with her?"
"She's been out of it lately."
Another roommate shook her head. "No idea."
"I think it's weird too, but she won't say anything."
Sophia jogged all the way to the pet store, practically crossing half the campus. Out of breath, she pushed open the door and handed her phone to the owner. "Excuse me, could you help me see if these two cats are the same?"
"Let me see. Whose cats are these? Yours?"
The owner looked at the photos while asking casually. Sophia didn't want to tell the truth, so she made up an excuse. "My cat ran away, and I saw a neighbor post on their feed. It looks a lot like my cat, but I can't tell for sure."
"It's the same one. Just look at the eyes—they're identical."
"Thank you."
Sophia took back her phone, her heart pounding wildly.
One of these cats was from Thalia's livestream, and the other was from a photo Amara posted on Facebook.
Though the posts were far apart in time, if these two cats were the same, what would that mean?
Was Thalia connected to Amara? Or to William?
.........
"This is your desk."
"Thank you."
"Ms. Peterson, have a seat. I'll go check in with the manager," Brian said, leaving the office area and entering the manager's office. As soon as he went in, he closed the door behind him.
"Brian, is that person you just brought in Zephyr's daughter?"
Brian nodded.
"This kind of trouble... how could you..."
"Mr. Brown said to give you two months to make her quit on her own. Otherwise, between you and her, one of you has to leave."
The manager froze. Brian cut him off mid-sentence, and the interruption was so blunt it stunned him.
This was asking for his life, wasn't it?
"Brian, you're asking for my life here. How can someone like me, just a working person, dare to offend her?"
"I believe you have your ways. Since Mr. Brown specifically said to send her to the tenth floor, that proves he absolutely trusts your abilities."
"Are you sure Mr. Brown sent her to the tenth floor because he trusts my abilities and not because this is where we handle divorce cases?"
Most days, they dealt with domestic violence, solicitation, cheating, and similar cases. Who didn't know that Selene liked William?
William sending her to the tenth floor—wasn't this just a way to make her give up indirectly?
Brian held back his laughter and patted the man's shoulder. "Good luck."
As soon as Brian left, the tenth-floor manager scratched his head. After a long pause, he called in his deputy manager. "What was that case you handled a few days ago?"
"Dismemberment. This case is likely moving to the criminal department, so we won't need to handle it anymore. The person's dead."
"That's fine. When you get a chance, take that intern to see the dismemberment scene."
"That direct?"