THE BILLIONAIRES WIFE

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He had no idea what had transpired; the convoy ahead had abruptly halted, prompting him to slam on the brakes.

The driver turned towards Henry, clearly seeking his aid.

Henry had witnessed firsthand Thomas's ruthless methods; on one occasion, an employee had accidentally spilled a cup of coffee on him. Not only did Thomas dismiss him, but he also made it impossible for the man to find work elsewhere, ultimately driving him to suicide.

This time, he had nearly caused Thomas injury; would he not be driven to take his own life as well?

As such thoughts raced through the driver's mind, fear gripped him, and the once-mighty man nearly burst into tears.

Henry, noticing the situation, furrowed his brow. Before Thomas could utter a word, he swiftly bent down to retrieve the computer and respectfully presented it to Thomas.

"Boss Thomas!"

Thomas narrowed his eyes, shifting his gaze from the driver to the computer. He made no move to accept it, instead staring intently at it, his face clearly displaying disdain.

After a moment, Thomas suddenly lifted his gaze to Henry, his thin lips slightly parting as his voice emerged like icy winter wind, cutting and frigid.

"Do you wish to leave as well?"

Henry was taken aback, swiftly reacting by retracting his hands and placing the computer behind him.

Damn, how could he have forgotten that Boss Thomas had a phobia of cleanliness? Hardly anyone dared to approach him, let alone pick something up from the floor.

Though the cabin was immaculate...

"Understood, I shall transfer the data from the hard drive to another computer," Henry stated, lowering his head.

Thomas gradually averted his icy gaze, reclining against the leather chair, his eyes closed as if he were gathering his strength.

Henry was astonished that Thomas had not enacted any punishment on the driver when he suddenly spoke, "Have it resolved within five minutes."

"Yes!" Henry immediately complied.

Henry shot a knowing glance at the sweating driver, who promptly exited the vehicle, yielding his position to Henry.

He ought to feel fortunate that Thomas had not personally dealt with him; losing a high-paying job was a blessing in comparison to losing one's life.

...

As Henry settled into the driver's seat, a stern-faced bodyguard in a black suit and sunglasses hurriedly approached.

Henry waved to him quickly, signaling him not to disturb Thomas.

"Boss, I'm sorry, there was a little accident ahead, so.."

"Shut up!" Henry tried to lower his voice, paying attention to Thomas from time to time.

"After being with the boss for so many years, something like this still happened.

If such an accident

happens again, you can go and ask the boss for forgiveness yourself, and I can't protect you."

The bodyguard was frightened and nodded quickly.

Meanwhile, on the other side,

Amelia paid no heed to the insults hurled at her by those disembarking from the vehicle, focusing intently on checking Emily for any injuries.

The recent events had sent her heart racing; if anything were to happen to Emily, she would have no reason to remain in this world.

She had lost everything; she could not bear to lose Emily as well.

"Clear the way! Do you know who is seated behind you? If you startle him, you will find it hard to bear the consequences."

"Or are you attempting to stage an accident?"

Those disembarking from the vehicle grumbled angrily as Amelia, her eyes reddened, lifted Emily into her arms and prepared to step aside.

This incident was indeed their fault; there was no need for further explanation.

"I apologize, but please refrain from insulting others," Amelia replied coolly, her tone resolute and forceful.

She possessed pride, yet over the years, she had learned to endure; some matters could simply be tolerated.

"You..."

"Who are you calling a fraud? You nearly ran someone over and still expect to be justified?"

Before the bodyguard could finish, Olivia rushed down from the vehicle, her demeanor radiating a fierce impulse to confront the individual.

"What? You brought backup? Very well, if you have no fear of death, then prepare yourself," the bodyguard, clearly inexperienced, lacked the striking presence of the guards seen on television. Olivia scoffed derisively, her arms crossed.

"Should I be afraid of you?"

"Olivia, let it go; there's no need to escalate matters; this incident was indeed our fault," Amelia urged.

Emily was frightened, and Amelia still needed to soothe her child; with work approaching, they could not afford to linger.

At that moment, another man in a black suit and sunglasses jogged over, his expression cold. He leaned close to the man's ear and whispered something in a low voice that Amelia heard clearly.

"Handle it quickly; Boss Thomas is already displeased."

Upon hearing this, the man shot a fierce glare at Amelia before turning away, opening the car door and taking a seat inside.

The sports car sped past her, sending a gust of wind that tousled Amelia's hair...

"Have you lost your mind?" Olivia snapped, pulling her aside and scolding her angrily.

Amelia lifted her head in despair, her eyes brimming with hurt.

Thomas?

Ah-

The world was so vast, yet she heard that name again; it was utterly laughable.

"What is wrong with you? Are you hurt?" Olivia noticed her odd expression and asked with concern.

Amelia opened her mouth, gazing down at her daughter nestled in her embrace, her small face flushed from crying. A wave of sadness surged within her, and tears cascaded down her cheeks, ultimately falling to the ground, drying in the breeze.

"Olivia, let's go!" Amelia said in a hoarse voice, proactively opening the car door and climbing in, leaving behind a lonely and desolate silhouette.

The moment Amelia slid into the vehicle, a luxury sports car brushed past her, revealing a weary man lounging in the seat, seemingly napping. The partially opened window allowed the gentle wind to tousle his hair, adding an air of melancholy and indifference.

Suddenly, Thomas snapped his cold eyes open, urgently scanning the outside as if searching for something

"Boss Thomas, what's the matter?" Henry inquired, following Thomas's gaze.

The road was bustling with vehicles, and nothing else was visible.

It was rare to see the usually composed Thomas display such emotion.

After merely three seconds, Thomas lowered his gaze, unable to conceal his disappointment.

He did not respond to Henry's question, casually retrieving his exquisite phone from his suit pocket. His long fingers glided across the screen without hesitation, opening the photo gallery.

Henry caught a fleeting glance at the contents, having seen them countless times before-though he had always viewed them in secret.

There was only a single photograph, and its subject was none other than the young heiress of the Collins family, the true heir to the empire.

The girl possessed delicate features, her exquisite visage adorned with slightly parted crimson lips and smiling eyes, as though she were delighted by someone or something before her.

Henry's first encounter with Amelia's photograph had been during that drunken night with Thomas...

He had never witnessed Thomas drink so recklessly; to Henry, it was not mere drinking but self-inflicted torment.

Drinking? Who would drink to the point of causing internal bleeding?

While on the way to the hospital, he had faintly heard two words slip from Thomas's lips.

Amelia.

That day was indeed Amelia's birthday, prompting his reckless binge drinking!

Thomas's fingertip lightly caressed the figure on the photograph wall, his gaze softened with unspoken tenderness.

Suddenly, a bitter smile tugged at his lips, while Henry discreetly assessed him through the rearview mirror, feeling some what perplexed.