Elianna suddenly froze.
Joseph said, "A woman named Myla Rutherford. I searched for her for five years."
He turned around, his gaze filled with scrutiny. "Do you know her?"
Upon hearing this, Elianna sneered coldly, "Isn't that your 'beloved' wife? Wasn't she already dead in that k********g five years ago? And yet, here you are, looking for a dead person and coming to my house?"
A sharp glint flashed through the man's cold eyes.
He quickly approached her, his long arms forcefully pressing her against the wall, his handsome face inching closer. "My relationship with her was never public. Her true identity—her name, her background—has always been a secret, known only to the Kensington family.?"
He paused, and his cold eyes narrowed slightly. "How do you know her name?"
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