Half a month later, Dominic finally returned to the home he and I lived in. He flung the door open violently while yelling, “Ophelia, get out here right now!”
He kicked down door after door, yet he could never find any traces of me in the house. This caused his dark expression to darken even more.
Dominic ordered his subordinates to track me down. After that, he murmured darkly, “Oh, Ophelia. Since you want to run away that badly, you’d better escape as far as you can from me! Otherwise, I’ll definitely break your legs once I get my hands on you!”
The thing was, I was standing right in front of him.
Soon, one of his subordinates sent a set of coordinates to Dominic’s phone. Dominic’s expression gradually became more twisted.
I looked at his phone in confusion and soon recognized the location pinpointed by the coordinates. It was my childhood friend, Adrian Prince’s home.
“Mr. Sharp, Mrs. Sharp was last seen contacting Mr. Prince. But Mr. Prince claims to never have met her. We suspect he has abducted Mrs. Sharp.”
Dominic said coldly, “Wait for my arrival.”
After that, he sped all the way to Adrian’s house. He started kicking the front door, and his expression was tense.
The door didn’t budge after the first two kicks. When Dominic kicked the door for the third time, it was opened from the inside.
Adrian’s calm visage came into Dominic’s view. There were dark circles under his eyes, though.
“What is it?”
Dominic just chuckled icily. “You’re hiding my wife. What do you think I’m here for?”
Adrian remained impassive, as though he had nothing else to live for in this world. “I didn’t hide her. She’s already dead. Didn’t the crematorium inform you to pick up her ashes?”
“Oh? Ophelia asked you to put on a performance as well? Hah! It seems that she’s bent on hiding from me this time!”
