Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

The ruby symbolizes genuine and passionate love, yet now it hangs around her neck.

A faint stab of pain in her heart: ”Miss Willow, is there something you want to tell me?” Nora Thompson asked.

Upon hearing that Nora Thompson agreed to meet her, Jade Willow dressed carefully and hurried over.

Lately, Alexander King hasn’t been coming to see her. Could it be because of his formidable wife managing him?

Finally getting to meet her, Jade Willow looked at the woman sitting across from her. A simple dress paired with a white blouse, like an office clerk casually stepping out.

The only difference being that her dress might be somewhat expensive.

Her hair was simply tied at the back, with no excess jewelry, just a pair of pearl studs.

As she entered, she looked at her hand — no ring.

Although she managed Alexander King, preventing him from seeking her out, judging by the appearance of this rightful wife, she likely hasn’t been doing well during this period.

”Do you want to curse at me, or perhaps hit me?”

Jade Willow laughed, her eyes full of an unspeakable, mildly uncomfortable sense of triumph.

”Miss Willow must have watched too many soap operas.”

Nora Thompson leaned back on the sofa, her mind tensely calculating the figures on today’s report.

She realized her brain sometimes just isn’t enough, especially when it comes to numbers.

For things she likes, she almost never forgets, even secretly admiring her own photographic memory.

However, this skill is limited to poetry and philosophical literature, where she practically becomes a tape recorder or a photocopier.

But when faced with various data, her mind turns into a blender.

It truly is headache-inducing.

She gently massaged her forehead, as the consecutive overtime over the past few days had truly drained too much of her energy.

”I’m curious about your marriage to Alexander, Miss Thompson, or should I call you Mrs. King?”

The sarcasm in her tone deepened; this woman truly is foolish to the extreme, no wonder she doesn’t attract men.

Plain and uninteresting in appearance, even her speech is unlikable.

Her head throbbed faintly, and the woman’s gaze and tone made her lose patience to continue the conversation.

Nora Thompson picked up the phone and dialed a number.

In the office, Alexander King was in a frenzied rage.

Lately, his temper had escalated to the point where reporting work had to be decided by drawing lots, otherwise there was a high risk of injury.

The possibility of being hit directly by documents was very high.

The unlucky guy currently sitting upright was reporting various summary data for the year, with the boss seemingly daydreaming, only snapping back to launch a verbal dart if he spoke incorrectly.

Young Master King’s multitasking skills were already honed to perfection.

Halfway through the report, it was interrupted by a phone call. Whoever dared call at this time was bound to be scolded harshly, with the department manager wiping cold sweat and holding the files, waiting motionlessly.

Picking up the phone, his voice was unexpectedly soft and gentle, almost chilling.

”Charlotte, what’s up?”

The department manager was shocked to see Young Master King’s expression turn from winter to spring.

And just after seeing that phone number—truly magical.

In his mind, he suddenly heard Mr. Zhao Zhongxiang’s words from the many years of wildlife documentary: ”Spring has come, the ice melts, butterflies flutter about, flowers bloom, life revives, and the animals are in mating season again...”

This was truly an accurate portrayal of the current expression on the face of our esteemed CEO.

”Miss Willow wants to learn about our marriage. I’m very busy today; later, I have a meeting to host. Could you come and explain it to her well, okay?”

Nora Thompson took a deep breath; she doesn’t drink coffee, yet the aroma is truly enticing.

”Charlotte, you sit tight. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

After confirming the address, Alexander King swiftly dashed out of the office, leaving behind a dumbfounded department manager.

In his mind, Mr. Zhao’s slow yet tense narration resounded once more: ”The agile cheetah dashed out like lightning...”

Without even a word of explanation, should he stand like this until the end of the shift?

”What do you mean by this?”

Jade Willow couldn’t believe she would call Alexander King over.

The servant described it clearly and in detail; they sleep in separate rooms, and recently Nora Thompson had even moved out, their marriage practically deceased, hearing they even rarely converse.