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?”

nothing to hide, why

folder into her hands, “Here, take a look then! Go on, check it from top to bottom.

visibly seething as he turned

word ‘divorce’ hit Lucy like a ton of bricks, her aggressive stance crumbling. The documents she had been so eager to snatch now felt like a hot potato. She dared not open

let go. Her obsession with Bruce was

indiscretions, the thought of losing her status as his wife and the thought of being dethroned were unbearable. A divorce would mean losing Bruce

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

let it go, snatching the documents and placing them on the shelf with a scowl, “All these years, I’ve had more than enough of this. If it weren’t for our daughter, I’d divorce you in

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 out of the hospital with bruises still visible. We don’t want you back in there. I told you I wanted to pick you up