Chapter 93

Ethan Roscente's fingers hovered over the keyboard. He slowly lifted his gaze.

"Did she bribe you?"

Zachary Evans swallowed hard, sweat beading on his back.

"Mr. Roscente, I wouldn't dare—"

"Then why are you speaking for her?" The pen twirled between his fingers. "Who signs your paycheck?"

Zachary pressed his forehead against the file folder, his voice shrinking. "I'm just worried about your health... You've been losing your temper too often lately..."

The office plunged into silence.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, dusk settled, casting a dark gold hue over the man's sharp轮廓.

"Noted."

Ethan abruptly stood, draping his suit jacket over his arm. Before Zachary could react, the private elevator's down button lit up.

The entire executive floor fell deathly quiet.

Secretaries exchanged glances—had the sun risen from the west today? The workaholic was leaving on time?

Zachary stared blankly at the descending elevator numbers.

This calm was unnerving.

By all accounts, angering the devil should've warranted at least a scolding. Yet now, the entire staff was dismissed early?

The black Maybach crawled through rush-hour traffic.

Ethan loosened his tie.

The passcode for Bayview Residences was still six digits. Sophia Lowell's finger hovered over the keypad before she let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Why would he bother keeping the old code?

Dust swirled in the foyer light as she pushed the door open. The living room remained frozen in time from three months ago—even the hair tie she'd left on the coffee table sat untouched.

The refrigerator was empty.

A thin layer of frost coated the frozen dumpling packaging. Sophia clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms.

Her phone vibrated.

"Miss Lowell," Zachary whispered urgently, "Mr. Roscente is heading to Bayview."

Water gushed from the faucet.

Her knife hovered above the ripe tomato on the cutting board. The electronic lock beeped.