The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 947

Bruce hurriedly sifted through the pages, his fingers driven by a sense of urgency, searching for that one piece of information that could lead him to Evelyn. Finally, he found her file. However, as he skimmed through the details, a sinking feeling enveloped him- Evelyn hadn’t listed her hometown. The trail went cold; Evelyn had vanished into thin air.

His expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

“What are you sneaking around here for?” The study door creaked open, and a distinctly sharp female voice cut through the silence.

It was Lucy. Bruce immediately snapped the folder shut, lifting his gaze to meet hers. His menacing scowl melted away, replaced with a sly, honeyed grin, “Hey, Lucy, back from your Zumba class?”

What are you hiding there? You look awfully guilty,” Lucy shot back, unimpressed. She marched over, reaching for the folder he was clutching.

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lifted his hand out of her reach, a flash of annoyance crossing his face as he retorted, “I’m just reading a contract, thinking about getting back to the old grind. But you, with your suspicious mind, how can anyone live with that?”

you have nothing to hide, why act so defensive?” Lucy

on, check it from top to bottom. And if there’s nothing amiss, we’re getting a divorce! I can’t stand this constant distrust!”

visibly seething as he turned away, leaving Lucy to her scrutiny.

eager to snatch now

the fierce one, standing her ground, refusing to let go. Her obsession with Bruce was deeper than that of any

knew about his indiscretions, the thought of losing her status as his wife and the thought of being dethroned were unbearable.

I wasn’t really going to check. Don’t be mad.” Lucy cajoled, nudging his elbow and handing

these years, I’ve had more than enough of this. If it weren’t

that he was genuinely angry. She hurried after him, “Bruce, please don’t be mad. You’ll only hurt yourself. I’ll stop, I promise. Look at you, just