In this world, she only trusted the dead.
Anything that could threaten him met with only one fate: death!
...
「Two days later, at dusk.」
Tina Chapman sat apprehensively on the sofa, waiting for Arthur Ainsworth to come home.
Tomorrow was the deadline. Give up the Ainsworth Group, lose a hand, or get a divorce—the decision would be made tonight.
She had to admit, no matter the outcome, she was the one who would suffer...
Just as this thought crossed her mind, Arthur Ainsworth returned.
Tina Chapman looked at him and cautiously approached. "You're home."
Arthur Ainsworth didn't even spare her a glance, heading straight for the stairs.
Tina Chapman felt awkward, but she still followed him and asked softly, "Have you eaten? Was it a long day?"
In response, Arthur Ainsworth simply turned to face her. He said nothing, but the look in his eyes alone was chilling.
"Wh-wh... what's wrong?" Tina Chapman stammered.
Arthur Ainsworth let out a cold laugh and continued up the stairs.
