I had even confronted Hyacinth about it, telling her plainly, if she had fallen for someone else, she should just be honest. We could part ways with dignity.
But she had sworn, without hesitation, that she and Zavier were completely innocent.
To prove it, she had even sworn on her life.
And I had believed her until now when I saw the truth unfold before my very eyes.
At the sound of my voice, Hyacinth shoved Zavier away, panic flickering across her face.
But instead of explaining, she turned on me, her voice sharp with accusation. "Tobias, are you following me?"
I let out a slow breath, keeping my tone steady. "Think before you speak."
I gestured toward the table laden with food and drinks. "I have a business meeting here. I’ve been sitting at this table for nearly an hour. Do you really think a stalker would arrive before the person they’re supposedly following?"
Arnold Tucker quickly interjected, his expression somewhat awkward. "That’s right, President, Tobias and I have been here for quite some time."
His discomfort was obvious; after all, even a fool could see what was really happening.
But I caught the flicker of excitement in his eyes.
He was waiting for my downfall, hoping my divorce would push me straight into his hands, an easy opportunity to poach me for his company.
"What the hell do you think you are? Does Hyacinth need you to speak for her?"
Zavier jabbed a finger at Arnold, his tone dripping with contempt, before turning to Hyacinth.
"Hyacinth, I bet Tobias already knew you were coming here. He knew you liked this private room, so he planned this whole act, waiting here just to humiliate you."
Hyacinth’s expression shifted instantly, her anger flaring.
"Tobias, you’re disgusting!" she snapped, her voice rising.
She didn’t hesitate, didn’t even stop to think; she simply swallowed Zavier’s words whole as if they were gospel.
Pointing at me, she shouted, "I never thought you’d be this petty! How many times do I have to say it? Zavier and I only have a superior-subordinate relationship, but you refuse to trust me at all!"
At that moment, Arnold’s expression turned ice-cold, a flash of murderous intent flickering between his brows.
He had made his fortune in the import-export trade, navigating the most cutthroat foreign markets. In his early days, he was a man who danced on the edge of a knife, unafraid of bloodshed.