The photo shoot activity and the mental patient were arranged in advance by Watkins.

“After we looked into it, we found a murder case. In fact, the mental patient had been dead for some time. She kept trying to escape from the mental hospital and finally had a confrontation with the security guard. The guard accidentally killed her!"

“Dead?' Matthew suddenly turned around and frowned slightly.

“Then the patient Rika met..."

“The one Erica met was someone else in disguise," Owen answered. It was obvious that Watkins had asked someone to cosplay as the mental patient, trying to frighten Erica. Then he conveniently showed up and saved her. That would make her want to believe him even more.

Watkins had gotten lucky that day. Erica dismissed her bodyguards. If the bodyguards followed her in, Watkins' plan wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell.

It was all arranged by Camille and her cohorts. Even Matthew couldn't help but marvel at the simple complexity of Camille's plans.

“What's going on with the Campbell Group?" Matthew asked.

“The acquisition is proceeding as planned. Fanya is focusing on suing you. Lyman knew there was no way out, so he signed all the documents,”

Owen answered briefly.

“How about the Champion Group?"

“Since you cut ties with them, Neville has been running himself ragged.

Everybody's following Hilton Group's example. Eight of the ten companies that were considering partnerships have pulled out, or declared their contracts null and void."

Matthew said nothing more. Having delivered his update, Owen left the office.

On the third day after he came back from Cass, Matthew sat lazily in his office chair, resting his forehead on one hand and staring out the window.

"Rika, I miss you.

Come back to me. I know how hard it is to make in this world. But I can help you with that."

On the fourth day, the man lay in the bed, his wife's scent lingering in the sheets. He began seriously thinking about a question. ‘When did you become such a heartless woman, Rika? You left without saying goodbye, leaving me only a Lock of hair and a letter. Why didn't you take me with you?*

On the fifth day, it rained heavily in Alorith. Matthew was holding the strand of hair in his hand. 'I hate you, Rika. I hate you for abandoning me and Leaving with our sons.*

The sixth day, he thought to himself, ‘Rika, I love you.'

Matthew had been waiting for a month, but he still couldn't figure out what kind of money she was Living on. There were countless dollars on her bank card, but she hadn't used a penny since she disappeared.

The man threw the cup against the wall. It shattered, the pieces falling to the floor, and a dark stain cascaded down the wall.

"Does money mean anything to you, my one and only? You saved so much money, why didn't you use it?"

In fact, it would be better if she did use her money. She wouldn't need to live a hard life with the money he gave her. He really didn't want her doing hard work. She had money to live on.

But she didn't use any money from her bank account.