Lysander Russell listened to the phone, silent for a long while.
That day, on a whim, he had left Violet Nelson alone to face the guests at the wedding reception, and he actually regretted it deeply afterward.
He had feelings for Violet Nelson, otherwise, he would not have married her, but he never expected to be blackmailed by her.
It felt as if he had never known this woman before; beneath that gentle and graceful facade of a concubine, there was nothing but calculation and scheming.
Violet Nelson wasn't wrong—he did have several close female friends, as literati often pride themselves on being charming.
Charm is not frightening, but what is... among his close female friends, one of them was his classmate's wife. Even though their relationship was a thing of the past, such a scandal would cause irreparable damage once it came to light.
His reputation would be ruined.
He had been discreet about it, not expecting Violet Nelson to find out.
