Chapter 133

Malcolm Rhodes's face darkened instantly. He hadn't expected Aria Bennett to see through his secret with just one glance.

The shocked looks from Director Gideon Marsh and Clara Rowan made his skin crawl.

"Miss Bennett," he said through gritted teeth, "some things are better left unsaid."

Aria took a sip of tea, her red lips parting slightly. "Mr. Rhodes, you started this."

Malcolm choked, his chest tightening.

"I didn't know you had such skills," he admitted, then shot a warning glance at the director and his companion. "You heard nothing, correct?"

Both men shook their heads hastily, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

Satisfied, Malcolm turned back to Aria. "I apologize for earlier."

"Since you've figured it out," he lowered his voice, "you should know my 'sponsorships' are just a front."

Aria toyed with her teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"They say you can divine fortunes?" Malcolm suddenly perked up. "How about reading mine?"

He added, "Get it right, and the supporting female role is yours."

"Divination isn't free," Aria tapped the table lightly with her fingertips.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

"Masters charge for their services," Director Gideon whispered.

"No problem." Malcolm pulled out his wallet. "As long as it's accurate."

Aria produced three ancient divination coins. "Blow on them three times."

Malcolm complied, his gaze scrutinizing.

"What do you wish to know?" Aria asked.

"Marriage and family health," Malcolm said offhandedly.

As the coins landed, Aria's eyes flickered. "Are you sure you want to hear this now?"

After the others left, Aria cut to the chase:

"Mr. Rhodes, your wife was unfaithful before your wedding."

Malcolm's fingers clenched abruptly.

"You noticed something off on your wedding night, which is why you've never touched her."

"Yet she got pregnant soon after."

Aria gave him a meaningful look. "So you started taking lovers—as revenge?"

The smirk froze on Malcolm's face.

He stared at Aria for a long moment before rasping, "Bullseye."

Memories flooded back—

The meticulously planned ceremony, the drugged groom, the eerie hypnotic suggestions...

When his therapist revealed the truth, his entire world had crumbled.

"How could you know this?" His voice trembled.

Aria gathered the coins. "The divination never lies."

Malcolm suddenly laughed, the sound edged with hysteria. "What a divination!"

He leaned in abruptly. "Then tell me, what do I want to do right now?"

The air in the private room turned to ice.