Days of fruitless searching had left Cassiel exhausted, and finally forced him to look closely at the divorce agreement.
He returned to his company and pulled up the surveillance footage from outside his office that day.
The recording showed clearly.
Margaux approached him with a bright, alluring smile, handed over a document and a pen, and spoke to him in a soft, sweet voice.
At that moment, he had been irritated and distracted by what he considered my constant demands.
Without even glancing at the paper, he signed his name exactly where Margaux's finger pointed.
Afterward, she took the document, turned around, and immediately passed it to me.
When he zoomed in on the image, the smaller text was still too blurry to read, but the bolded title words Divorce Agreement were fain
