Cressida Jones glanced at Assistant Law, "Could you help me record a video?"
"Are you going to..."
"The New Year is coming, and what's a good show without an audience? The more the merrier."
Assistant Law was naturally willing to help and quickly took out his cellphone.
Silas Jones was completely dazed by the slap, looking at his wife in disbelief, "Lavinia, what's gotten into you?"
"How dare you ask me what's wrong?"
"How dare you deceive me about the divorce!"
Lavinia Wilde had been staring at him intently; she had climbed from the despised mistress to Mrs. Jones's status not only with cunning but also by being adept at reading people, especially at understanding Silas Jones's psychological state.
His eyes were shifty and elusive, clearly signaling that the situation was not simple.
Lavinia Wilde's breathing was ragged, as if struck by lightning.