Chapter 101- expose
That night, he didn’t come home again.
For the next few days, he didn’t even bother to return at all. She was his secretary—and his wife. She should have been the one who knew his every move, yet now she had no idea where he was staying. Another villa? A hotel?
Janet’s mind replayed the image of him with Ivanka that day. The bitterness twisted in her chest. At the office, he put on his usual businesslike facade, and even the tasks that once belonged to her were handed over to Novia. She wanted to find a chance to explain herself, but he never gave her the time.
"What is this proposal? Redo it!" The big boss’s fury had flared up countless times that week. Even Giles, Charles’s chief assistant, was struggling to keep up with his erratic moods. The woman who occupied his heart was right outside, yet he acted indifferent, dragging Giles into the mess—dealing not only with company issues but also every little internal crisis personally.
"Yes, I understand!" Giles answered cautiously. As he bent to pick up the scattered design drafts Charles had thrown down, he saw Janet walking toward the office. Charles’s anger was because of her—and only she could calm him.
Giles made a subtle gesture to Janet. She hesitated, unsure whether to enter. Suddenly, the office door swung open, a cold breeze sending a shiver down her spine. A shadow enveloped her petite frame. Janet looked up at the worn, handsome face and quietly asked, "Are you going out? Where are you headed?"
Charles glanced at her hesitantly. In just a few days, she seemed thinner—the waist he could barely wrap his hand around now looked even more fragile. His deep eyes overflowed with pain, but his face showed no emotion. Without answering, he bypassed her and headed straight for the elevator, leaving the company.
The moment he left, Janet hurried after him and hailed a taxi. She wasn’t sure where he was going, but her gut told her she had to follow him—just to know his whereabouts.
The black Bugatti slithered like a massive dragon weaving through traffic. Ordinary cars couldn’t keep up. Only when Janet saw the taillights disappear did she realize the direction he was heading—toward the underground racing circuit... The Death Squad?