His face showed no emotion, his eyes devoid of any recognition.

To him, she was truly a stranger now.

Forrest and Mr. Perry had prior business dealings and were quite familiar with each other, leading to a smooth cooperation.

They finalized their agreement and signed the contract.

After a brief chat, Forrest politely excused himself, citing other commitments, and left.

As his assistant drove, he glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Mr. Walters, Divya may appear to be Mr. Perry's secretary, but she's actually his mistress."

Forrest's response was a cold raise of his eyebrows. "What does that have to do with me?"

"She used to be your wife."

"That was in the past," Forrest cut him off directly.

The Guzman family had fallen, and Divya's father was imprisoned.

Divya struggled to survive.

Her actions, while perhaps not ideal, were understandable.

However, no matter what she did, it was no longer of concern to him.

Forrest's car stopped, and he returned to his office.

Now, it was now evening. He grabbed a quick bite near the office before getting back to work.

Around eleven at night, he picked up the key and left work.

Taking the elevator to the underground parking lot, he pressed the car's unlock button, and the headlights blinked twice.

He then opened the door, settled into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove away.

Just as he was about to exit the parking lot, someone suddenly darted out and stood right in front of his car!