Of course, he hadn’t placed an order. That was just his excuse.
But Director Zane shamelessly shifted all the blame to Mrs. Zane. "You snatched the phone away. How was I supposed to place an order?"
"Can you stop being so paranoid all the time? You’re being really annoying," Director Zane said, a look of disgust on his face.
Mrs. Zane looked at him, the image from that photo involuntarily popping into her mind.
He was smiling so happily at that woman, yet he always looked at his own wife with disgust and disdain.
This made Mrs. Zane burn with jealousy. That bitch dared to seduce her man.
She swore she would destroy the bitch who was seducing her husband.
"Paranoid? Felix Zane, why don’t you explain what’s going on with this picture." Mrs. Zane took out her phone, shoved the photo in his face, and demanded an answer.
"You’re smiling so happily at her, but you’re nothing but impatient with me. Felix Zane, have you forgotten who helped you get where you are?"
Felix Zane stared at the picture, his brows furrowed tightly. He had never even spoken to Hazel Sinclair. This photo had to be fake.
"Honey, this picture is fake," Felix Zane said, looking at his wife and explaining with a very earnest expression.
"Hah, fake?" Mrs. Zane sneered, grabbing him by the collar. "If it’s fake, then why were you watching her livestream? If it’s fake, why were you sending her gifts—enough to become her second-biggest supporter?"
The more Mrs. Zane thought about it, the angrier she got. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. "Felix Zane, if you dare betray me, I will make you pay."
She put every ounce of her strength into that slap, making Felix Zane see stars.
Having been slapped, Felix Zane raised a hand to hit her back, but Mrs. Zane roared viciously, "You dare!"
"If you so much as lay a finger on me, I’ll make your life a living hell," Mrs. Zane threatened, her voice cold as ice.
Felix Zane flinched at her roar. Thinking of the power his wife’s family held, he slowly lowered his raised hand.
His father-in-law and mother-in-law were not to be trifled with. If their daughter suffered even the slightest harm at his hands, his company would be finished.
Not only that, but he’d also be risking broken arms and legs.
SLAP—
Seeing him back down, Mrs. Zane raised her hand and slapped him hard on the other cheek before turning and storming out of the office.
Sitting in her car, she took out her phone and stared at the picture, cursing furiously. "Bitch! Homewrecker! Slut! Whore!"
She found Hazel Sinclair’s livestream channel, entered, and started typing in the comments.
[You bitch! A homewrecker seducing a married man.]
[Go to hell, you homewrecker!]
Just as she was about to keep cursing, she found she had been muted.
"They dare to mute me?" She sneered. ’I will definitely make Hazel Sinclair pay for this.’
Hazel Sinclair had no idea she was being cursed out. She was standing in front of the camera, holding a skincare product and explaining it.
The Sinclairs, who were watching the stream, thought she wouldn’t be able to take it and would give up. But Hazel Sinclair persevered through the entire broadcast. Even when her voice grew hoarse from talking for so long, she never considered quitting.
Watching such a hardworking Hazel, they sighed. ’She really is stubborn.’
’Does she have to suffer enough before she’s willing to come home?’
[Wyatt Wallace: Livestream link...]
[Wyatt Wallace: Your wife is already out working?]
[Leon Sterling: Yeah...]
He clicked the link and watched Hazel Sinclair in the livestream. Hearing her hoarse voice, his heart ached a little.
"Hey everyone, if you like it, you can click the number one link to place an order. Remember, it’s the number one link!"
Leon Sterling watched her on the screen, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was clear he wasn’t in a good mood.
[Wyatt Wallace: Your wife is pretty amazing, you know. Switching from a pianist to a streamer—that’s a huge leap, but she’s actually adapting. Even without you, your wife can live a wonderful life.]
[Wyatt Wallace: I’ll be back the day after tomorrow. Let’s get Vincent Hawthorne packed up and sent to prison.]
[Leon Sterling: Okay.]
His gaze fell on that message. He thought about how if Hazel Sinclair didn’t need him, she would definitely divorce him.
’No!’
’I absolutely cannot let Hazel Sinclair divorce me.’
After the day’s livestream ended, Hazel Sinclair sat in the breakroom, chugging a bottle of mineral water. Once she finished, she popped a Golden Throat Lozenge into her mouth.
The cool sensation instantly spread through her mouth. ’Ah, this familiar taste really brings back memories.’
"Is this really your first time livestreaming?" Her supervisor poured her a glass of lemon and passion fruit tea, placed it in front of Hazel, and asked in a surprised tone.
Hazel Sinclair waved her hand. "It really is my first time."
’My debut stream in this world, so of course it’s my first time.’
"Well, you’re a natural then." The supervisor gave her a thumbs-up.
"Mm-hmm," Hazel Sinclair hummed, a little proudly.
"I’m not doing the afternoon stream. If I keep talking, I won’t have a voice left," Hazel Sinclair said. Her throat throbbed with a slight pain every time she spoke.
If she kept going, her voice would definitely be shot by tomorrow.
"Okay, you can clock out early then," the supervisor said, nodding quickly.
Hearing this, Hazel Sinclair raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Absolutely," the supervisor confirmed with a firm nod.
Getting to leave work three hours early, Hazel Sinclair excitedly sent a message to Leon Sterling.
[Hazel Sinclair: I’m off work! Are you free? Come pick me up.]
[Hazel Sinclair: I talked so much today, my throat hurts.]
[Leon Sterling: Okay, wait for me at the company entrance. If anything happens, don’t rush in. Let security handle it.]
[Leon Sterling: I’ll make you some rock sugar and pear soup when you get back.]
After reading his messages, Hazel Sinclair sent back an "OK" sticker and obediently waited outside the company building.
After waiting for fifteen minutes, Leon Sterling finally pulled up on his little electric scooter.
"Hazel!"
Hearing her name, Hazel Sinclair snapped her head up. When she saw Leon Sterling a short distance away, wearing a helmet, she immediately grabbed her bag and ran over.
"You’re finally here." The moment she saw him, Hazel Sinclair shoved her bag into his hands.
Hearing her slightly hoarse voice, Leon Sterling said nothing, simply reaching out to take the helmet in front of him and help her put it on.
Sitting on the scooter, Hazel Sinclair casually wrapped her arms around his waist. "Let’s go, let’s go."
The electric scooter started up and headed toward their home.
"I talked so much today. My throat is so sore," Hazel Sinclair said, sharing what happened during her day.
"Not only that, but a lot of people kept asking when I’m going back to playing the piano. But I don’t think I can go back." Hazel Sinclair watched the lush green trees by the roadside, the wind feeling pleasant against her skin.
"Why can’t you go back?" Leon Sterling asked.
"I don’t know," Hazel Sinclair said, complaining internally, ’Because I don’t know how to play the piano! Am I supposed to learn from scratch?’
’In that case, I’d rather just fake my death and run away now.’