When EX-wife's Identities are Revealed

For these past three days, he had sent people to trace her whereabouts, but no matter what methods were employed, not a trace of her could be found.

He had initially thought that Lillian, who had selflessly cared for him for three years, should be compensated in some way after the divorce, but now...

Zachary glanced at the guy beside Lillian, and a hint of irony flashed in his eyes.

Lillian glanced casually, not paying much attention, and began conversing with the people around her.

Someone recognized Ashton and enthusiastically squeezed through the crowd with a microphone, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Excuse me, are you Ashton Wilson, the CEO of the Fels Group? What's your relationship with this young lady..."

"Is it true that you're the newly appointed CEO of the Regal Group? Could you please share more..."

"I'm sorry..."

Ashton had initially intended to decline to answer these questions, but when he looked up and saw the gaze Zachary was directing at him, his tone suddenly changed, and he looked at Zachary provocatively.

"Naturally, the lovely lady by my side is my sweetheart. Some may consider her a cast-off, but to me, she's the apple of my eye." He said this to Zachary to hear.

After Ashton finished speaking, the crowd started screaming.

Some people, moved by this sweet confession, shouted excitedly.

"If I'm guilty, let the law punish me instead of making me witness public displays of affection..."

The commotion in the crowd caught Lillian's attention. She turned her head to look at Ashton, asking casually, "What's going on?"

Ashton rubbed his nose awkwardly and said, "It's nothing. I just told them that you're my sweetheart!"

Hearing this, Lillian pinched Ashton's body. "How could you really say that...?"

Ashton winced and rubbed his back, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Zachary, seeing the intimate interaction between the two, grew increasingly grim.

Feeling resentful that the crowd's attention was still on Lillian, Beatrice waved her hand and accidentally knocked over a glass of wine.

The crisp sound rang out among the people, and everyone turned to look at Beatrice. However, they saw her with a smile as she gently spoke, "I'm sorry. I accidentally broke the glass."

Upon hearing Beatrice's words, Zachary furrowed his brow and let go of her hand, quickly inspecting her from head to toe.

"Did you get hurt anywhere?"

"Zachary, I'm fine. But the broken glass..."

Beatrice bit her mouth, feeling somewhat aggrieved, but there was a hint of satisfaction in her eyes as she glanced towards Lillian with a hint of provocation.