He was waiting for my downfall, hoping my divorce would push me straight into his hands, an easy opportunity to poach me for his company.
"What the hell do you think you are? Does Hyacinth need you to speak for her?"
Zavier jabbed a finger at Arnold, his tone dripping with contempt, before turning to Hyacinth.
"Hyacinth, I bet Tobias already knew you were coming here. He knew you liked this private room, so he planned this whole act, waiting here just to humiliate you."
Hyacinth’s expression shifted instantly, her anger flaring.
"Tobias, you’re disgusting!" she snapped, her voice rising.
She didn’t hesitate, didn’t even stop to think; she simply swallowed Zavier’s words whole as if they were gospel.
Pointing at me, she shouted, "I never thought you’d be this petty! How many times do I have to say it? Zavier and I only have a superior-subordinate relationship, but you refuse to trust me at all!"
At that moment, Arnold’s expression turned ice-cold, a flash of murderous intent flickering between his brows.
He had made his fortune in the import-export trade, navigating the most cutthroat foreign markets. In his early days, he was a man who danced on the edge of a knife, unafraid of bloodshed.