They spent two hours trying.
My assistant approached awkwardly.
“Mr. Carter, he’s been shredded too much. There’s hardly anything to recover.”
“Recover what you can.”
Though I was divorcing Olivia, at the very least, he was family. I wanted him to leave this world with some dignity.
Daniel’s funeral couldn’t just have me alone.
I pulled out my phone, ready to call Mrs. Johnson, my mother-in-law.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a message.
It was from Ryan Lee.
The video opened to a dark room where a man’s moans could be heard.
“Sis, slow down… what, your husband doesn’t satisfy you at home? Take it easy, don’t forget—this is the ‘courtroom.’”
The camera shook, but it was still clear that the woman in the frame was Olivia Carter.
She wore a business suit, while Ryan, seen from the side, was dressed in a ridiculous “servant costume,” playing the defendant.
She laughed lightly, tugging on his collar.
“You little demon, someone accused you of committing a crime in the control room. Do you plead guilty?”
Olivia’s tone was exaggerated, dripping with mockery.
Ryan immediately begged.
“Your Honor, I was wrong! Punish me however you want, I’ll never dare again…”
The shameless video almost made me vomit.