Chapter 170. Intricate Webs

Maxwell sat down back on his desk, lost in his of thoughts and plans that he barely heard the knock on his office door, his mind too engrossed in the intricate web of schemes he was weaving.

The door creaked open, and Bethany walked inside chewing a gum lightly. Maxwell did not look up neither did he acknowledge her presence, his eyes fixed on a dossier spread across the desk.

“Hi Maxwell,” Bethany greeted cheerfully, almost too loudly as her voice cut through the silence, cool and steady as she approached the desk. “How is work going baby?”

Maxwell’s gaze remained on the papers before him and he did not as much as spare her a glance.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his tone cold and dismissive.

Bethany rolled her eyes as she held up her left hand, the glint of her wedding ring catching the light.

“And just in case it happened to escape your brain for even a little moment, I am still your wife,” she said, her voice filled with some ingredients of pr