Ten minutes later, Ruben said, "Well, you might be busy. Have fun."

Further down is a message from Tristan: "Reply to my message when you wake up."

I didn't want to go back. Last night, while playing games, he targeted me strangely. I had a strong objection to him. I also started to reflect. Is that self-disciplined and aloof man I thought of really like what I imagined?

Impossible. Tristan also had the potential to be a madman. Otherwise, in the previous life, how could he have fought Frederic to the end?

Greta probably hadn't woken up yet. I'm going downstairs to have breakfast first.

Halfway through eating, Greta called. She angrily exclaimed, "Oh my God, Frederic is so strange, isn't he? I want to divorce him, but he refuses. Does he just want to hold onto something to use against me before leaving? The wealthier people are, the more calculating they become!"

It seems that she thought the same as me.

"Probably." I took a sip of soup, my voice calm. "Greta, accompany me to Crocus City tomorrow. I want to have a talk with Ashlee's husband. Or maybe I'll talk to her son."

"Okay," Greta immediately agreed.

The next morning, I had Marcel drive me to Greta's house. After picking up Greta, we headed to Crocus City together. Ashlee's husband is named Uriah Schaefer. He runs an auto repair shop. However, Uriah is a frequent gambler and the repair shop is often closed.

Sure enough, when we arrived, the door of the repair shop was tightly closed.

I looked around and walked into a small supermarket across the street. I bought a lot of things. When I was checking out, I asked the owner, "Boss, why is the repair shop across the street not open? My car has a little problem and I want to get it checked."

"Madam, you better go somewhere else for repairs. It seems that the opposite place won't be open until the end of the year," the boss said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Why? Is the business not doing well? The location here is quite good!" Greta asked.

"The owner of the car repair shop was a gambler. These past few days, he might have struck it rich. He's been at the mahjong parlor every day!" the boss told us.

After I asked about the location of the mahjong hall, we hurried there.

Uriah was indeed gambling. Just as I was about to go in and call him out, a woman appeared not far away. Her face bore the marks of being beaten. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were torn.

She stared at me fiercely like a female ghost.

Greta tugged at me. "Oh my goodness, isn't she the third party? How is she here?"

"Sylvia," Ashlee walked up to me stiffly. She forced a strange smile and said, "What are you doing here? To laugh at me?"

"What does it mean?" I myself didn't understand.

"Don't pretend anymore. Wasn't it you who paid off Uriah's debt and had him bring me back?" Ashlee's eyes were filled with resentment. "Do you know? I was so close to tricking him into divorcing me. It's all your fault. You ruined me!"

As soon as the words fell, Ashlee went crazy and grabbed my neck. I instantly felt suffocated.

The people in the mahjong hall were all drawn out. Uriah was among them.

"Crazy woman, let her go!" Greta swung her bag and aimed it at Ashlee, attempting to pry her open.

Ashlee had already gone mad and refused to let go.

I could only breathe when Uriah rushed over and kicked her away.