Sarah's eyes turned icy as she saw Hugo. They had just encountered each other at the hospital, and now, here at the bank. The phrase "speak of the devil" echoed in her mind.
Hugo, his expression equally grim, emerged from his Rolls-Royce, his narrow eyes glinting dangerously. His assistant had just sent him Sarah's complete profile. It was identical to the previous one.
Sarah had been sent to the countryside at age five and returned at eighteen. At twenty-two, she married him due to a business arrangement. However, about those fifteen years in between, he couldn't find any information.
It meant someone had deliberately erased Sarah's tracks during those fifteen years. Perhaps her skills and medical knowledge were acquired then. But it was the countryside, a place lacking even proper edu
