Chapter 6 Meeting Again

• The sun outside the house was scorching, as sunlight filtered through the clouds and illuminated the ground.
• Joyce Albert adjusted her black baseball cap and desperately pursued the black luxury car not far ahead.
• The car belonged to Wilson Zoha, who was currently seated in the driver's seat. With a slight smile on his face, he still savored the lingering taste of breakfast on his lips and tongue.
• In that moment, Wilson caught sight of a small black figure in the rearview mirror.
• He furrowed his brows, not particularly concerned, and pressed down on the accelerator, increasing the car's speed.
• Surely, no one would foolishly chase after his car.
• Joyce watched as the car grew farther and farther away, cursing silently in her mind. If it weren't for her previous job's physical training, she would have been exhausted by now.
• Originally, she had planned to make another attempt to catch up, but the black car in front of her only accelerated, eventually disappearing completely from her sight.
• Panting, Joyce sat on the side of the road, wiping away her sweat.
• She had done her best, and continuing to chase after the car would only result in further exhaustion.
• Joyce stared at Wilson's cell phone in her hand, contemplating whether to put it in her pocket. However, at that moment, the phone screen lit up once again. This time, it wasn't a call from Madison chris, but a text message.
• She didn't want to read the content of the message, but the prompt immediately displayed the text's contents, which seemed to leap into her eyes.
• "Wilson, can you accompany me to the hospital tomorrow? I may... be pregnant."
• Joyce grip on the phone tightened.
• The message was sent by Madison, explaining her urgent need to find Wilson earlier that morning. It seemed that this was the reason...
• Joyce whispered to herself, "Indeed, he is a playboy. He actually impregnated a girl. I used to think those rumors were baseless."
• Initially, she and Wilson had an agreement before their marriage. Both parties were not supposed to engage in any activities that exceeded the boundaries of their marriage. She wasn't sure if impregnating a girl fell under that category, but Joyce believed that this matter needed to be discussed carefully with Wilson.
• However, after a moment, Joyce enthusiasm waned. What kind of person was Wilson? While this matter may be significant to her, it might just be a trivial matter to him. With a mere flick of his finger, he could easily resolve it. If she were to blame him for this, she might be deluding herself into thinking she was Mrs. Zoha.
• Joyce An shook her head, deciding to leave the matter be. She had already left the house, so she would handle it by going to Zoha's financial company.
• If she remembered correctly, Zoha's financial company was located in the tallest building in the city center.
• Accustomed to saving money, Joyce didn't have the habit of taking taxis. She changed several subway routes before finally arriving at the entrance of Zoha's financial company.
• Although she had passed by Zoha's financial company before, this was the first time she had observed the building up close.
• The steel-glass structure had a unique design, with gentle lines exuding an air of sophistication that made people hesitant to approach.
• Taking a deep breath, Joyce prepared to push open the revolving glass door of Zoha's financial company when a familiar figure passed by her side.
• The man was tall and well-built, dressed in a light-colored suit. His gentle and elegant demeanor radiated an aura of refinement. His fair skin resembled a dollop of cream.
• Joyce gaze couldn't help but fixate on the high-end watch peeking out from under the man's white shirt sleeve. She vividly remembered buying that watch with her year-long savings and gifting it to him on his birthday, while she settled for a cheap watch for herself.
• The man was Dicky Johnson, the one who publicly abandoned her on their wedding day.
• A surge of anger coursed through Joyce body, replacing any remnants of affection she once held for Dicky . All that remained now was hatred, resentment, and a hint of indiscernible emotion.
• Dicky bypassed the lobby on the first floor and headed straight for the front desk. He smiled at the beautiful receptionist and said, "I am the general manager of Damian company. Today, I have some matters to discuss with Director Leo of the Finance Department regarding Damian company."
• The receptionist cast a fleeting glance at Dicky Johnson, her face maintaining a model-like smile. She then dialed the Finance Department's phone number to inquire about the situation, gesturing for Dicky to proceed.
• Dicky's smile widened, his posture straightening as if entering the Zoha financial company building was a momentous occasion.
• Joyce eyes never left the man standing not far away, her lips curling into a mocking smile.
• How could she not see through Dicky past actions?
• Indeed, blind love easily clouds one's judgment.
• "Miss, who are you? Do you have an appointment? If not, please leave." The security guard at the door noticed someone wearing a mask and a baseball cap, stepping forward to inquire.
• Due to the security guard's loud voice, Dicky, who was heading towards the elevator, turned to look at the commotion.
• Hastily, Joyce lowered her baseball cap, hoping to avoid being recognized by Dicky. She hadn't completed her transformation and didn't want to appear before him in an unattractive state.
• From a distance, Dicky felt a sense of familiarity from the figure at the door. He had intended to approach and see if he knew the person, but coincidentally, the elevator arrived at that moment, and a crowd of people boarded.
• Seeing Dicky enter the elevator, Joyce let out a sigh. Her nerves were still on edge, compounded by the security guard's scrutinizing gaze. The excuse she had thought of during her subway ride disappeared, and she stammered, "I, I have important matters to discuss with Director Wilson."
• The security guard's expression grew more skeptical as he looked Joyce up and down.
• "You're looking for Director Zoha?"
• "Yes, um, I, I need to speak with him about something..."
• Before Joyce could finish her sentence, the security guard forcefully pushed her out the door. In the process, her black sweater was pulled and torn, exposing her fair skin at the neck, which seemed to glow in the sunlight.
• Joyce couldn't believe her ears. Did she hear correctly just now? Wilson could only visit Zoha's financial company once or twice a week, and that was already considered great. But where did he go every other day?
• It couldn't be that he went on dates with different women every day, could it?