CHAPTER 138: CHAPTER 136: ONCE AGAIN

"Did you get the shot?" Elliana Lyle was posing various ways in front of the camera, pretending to cover for Luna, but Luna was actually capturing Simon King behind her.

At that moment, Simon King was accompanying a woman in a red dress shopping in a luxury store. The two were intimately linked, and Simon King was already carrying several shopping bags.

"Alright, let’s go."

...

―――South Joy Hotel.

Since Simon King chose a hotel under Norman Bennett’s name, it made it very convenient for Luna and her to take action.

Simon King wasn’t familiar with anything in South City, so naturally, he didn’t know that South Joy Hotel was under Norman Bennett’s name.

The two reserved a room next to Simon King’s; Luna had arranged for the reporters to arrive at the hotel ahead of time, and in just three short minutes, they all gathered at Simon King’s door.

These were all low-key reporters that Luna hired for money. The well-known journalists were not interested in small stories about wealthy infidelity, but it mainly depended on who the rich were cheating with.

Since they were hired for money, they were not overly excited; they just quietly waited to get the job done.

Twenty minutes later, Luna, wearing a mask and sunglasses, walked out of the room and headed straight to Simon King’s door. With a hand signal from Luna, the moment the door opened, everyone swarmed in, and Luna nearly got pushed inside.

Five or six reporters went crazy snapping pictures of the people on the bed, then hurriedly left!

The two on the bed didn’t even scream until after the reporters left.

...

On the way back, Elliana Lyle was driving while Luna sorted through the photos and sent them one by one to a contact labeled "Mrs. King."

Clear Sky Luna: "Hello, Mrs. King, this is Luna. Recently, while I was following this internet celebrity, I unexpectedly found your husband, Mr. Simon King."

In less than half a minute, the sound of money being credited to her account came from her phone.

Even Elliana Lyle glanced over curiously, "Who is it?"

Luna chuckled, "Mrs. King just transferred 10,000 yuan to me. This side hustle pays well, let’s go for a hot pot later, my treat."

...

The hot pot meal lasted until nightfall. While Luna was cooking tripe, she scrolled through her phone and came across a short video notification.

[Wealthy Simon King’s Infidelity with the Hottest Female Internet Celebrity]

Wow! It turns out Simon King’s lover is an internet celebrity. Out of curiosity, she scoured the long article for the celebrity’s name.

Unexpectedly, she found out that this Lina Dunn was an internet celebrity known for singing, a diva with a cold style that attracted fans.

Instantly, a sense of disappointment filled her, and the previous fondness disappeared.

"What’s wrong?" Luna was enjoying her meal when she suddenly noticed Elliana Lyle staring at her phone with a complex expression.

She sighed and dejectedly put down her phone, "Luna, the singing internet celebrity I liked is the one who cheated with Simon King today."

Luna continued to eat the fresh and crispy tripe, as the hot pot’s red beef oil clung temptingly to the tripe!

"Isn’t that great? Now you don’t have to like her anymore."

"Yeah, you’re right."

...

―――South City Airport.

"Honey, wait for me to get back. I’ll explain everything as soon as I return." Simon King was boarding a plane, still holding a phone, repeatedly explaining to his wife.

Seeing this, a flight attendant hurried over and advised Simon King, "Sir, you have boarded, and mobile communication functions are restricted. We suggest you enable flight mode."

"Honey, don’t be mad, I’ll explain when I get back." With that, Simon King hung up, his heart shaking with anger.

"Sir, please enable flight mode on your phone."

The flight attendant’s polite and gentle voice sounded in his ear, but such a tone only added to Simon King’s irritation, even anger.

...

As the flight departure alert sounded, he felt a bit relieved, meanwhile wondering who could’ve done this. Could it be that girl who ran away last time?

If it is, then it means the old hag at home never fully trusted him again!

Simon King felt no guilt at the moment, only regret for his carelessness.

After more than two hours, as the plane landed, Simon King’s heart landed as well. He had thought of many excuses during those hours, but none seemed feasible.

Rushing and rushing, he finally got home before midnight, with all the villa’s lights ablaze. Without question, Mrs. King was waiting for his return.

The man standing at the entrance hesitated to enter, already imagining his wife May Harris’ furious shouting, along with her angry, unsightly face.

After hesitating for a long time, Simon King finally dared to knock on the door.

"Sir, you’re back. Madam is upstairs." The butler clearly knew what had happened, but had grown accustomed.

"Alright." In front of the butler, Simon King maintained his composure as the master of the house, his tone light and his expression unreadable.

He took off his hat, handed it to the butler, and walked steadily upstairs.

"You still know to come home, huh?"

As he entered, May Harris’s voice, loud enough to startle, greeted him. Simon King quickly closed the door, his upright figure instantly slumped, making his already short height of 167 seem much lower compared to May Harris.

He always lost in posture.

He raised his head slightly, facing a face thickly covered with makeup but unable to hide the prominent crow’s feet and sagging nasolabial folds.

Simon King’s only comment on May Harris’s appearance was: utterly repulsive to him.

She was just an ordinary middle-aged woman, better than most, but to Simon King, who yearned for youth forever, she was disdainful.

In his disdain, he was also terrified, as any evidence in May Harris’s hands could lead her to sue him, making him dare not even consider divorce!

Their marriage was merely an alliance of two prominent families, always maintaining a polite distance, until May Harris started aging, prompting him to cheat with various female celebrities.

What was once seamlessly hidden, until May Harris grew suspicious and hired a girl to follow him.

After he caught that girl last time, he rushed back to placate May Harris; this time, it might not be that easy.

"Why are you silent now? Weren’t you the smooth talker? Huh? How did you promise me? How did you swear to me?"

May Harris, dressed in a royal blue cheongsam, stood before Simon King, arms crossed, eyes wide with anger, her brow arched in fury, even the corners of her mouth were turning down.

Her face, darkening with rage, seemed even more gloomy and terrifying.

"Honey, I was drugged. That woman wanted to be my mistress. I didn’t agree, so she insisted on dining with me, and as a result, I couldn’t help it."

Faced with Simon King’s excuse, May Harris clearly didn’t believe him. She had already vented her anger, so her temper was relatively calm now, with the chaos on the ground as proof.

May Harris scoffed coldly, curling her lips in a mocking smile, as if she had heard the world’s biggest joke.

"Simon King, I won’t believe you anymore. I want a divorce, get ready for court!"

At the mention of divorce, Simon King panicked completely, kneeling down and hugging her legs: "Honey! Honey, I was wrong! Honey, think about it! I hadn’t been in South City long before these pictures surfaced; someone must be framing me, honey, believe me..."

Perhaps Simon King thought May Harris only saw the hotel photos, but what Luna sent to May Harris also included shopping videos and photos.