At almost ten that night, Mackenzie sat on the living room couch, drinking milk, applying a facial mask, and scrolling through Instagram. This was her nightly routine. She wasn't doing it for entertainment; she was actually monitoring business news on Instagram.

However, she accidentally stumbled upon Claudette's post. Since both their families were involved in business, they were friends and competitors.

"Oh?" Mackenzie thought. "Ms. Lenoir is having dinner with a man tonight. Judging from the caption, it seems he took her out, and she's showing it off on social media!" A smile appeared on Mackenzie's face. "I got married secretly, and Ms. Lenoir, who had been single, has also found a man!"

Click!

The front door opened, and Emmanuel walked in. Mackenzie glanced at him, initially wanting to ignore him. However, she looked again, realizing something was amiss. She was utterly shocked. Why was he wearing the same outfit as the man in Ms. Lenoir's dinner photo?

Mackenzie checked Claudette's photo again. She came to an immediate conclusion: He's the man in the photo! The man Claudette showed off on Instagram is my husband!

Mackenzie was enraged, but concealed it. Emmanuel didn't notice anything unusual about her behavior. He glanced at the kitchen, noting everything was in its place.

"Did you not have dinner tonight? You can't replace proper meals with snacks. It's not good for your digestive system," he advised.

Just as he finished, he sensed a drop in room temperature.

With an icy glare, Mackenzie asked, "Mr. Lowe, which woman did you have a romantic dinner with?"

Emmanuel was startled, but replied truthfully, "It wasn't a romantic dinner. I was merely buying dinner for a friend."

"Oh? Did you borrow money from me to buy dinner for a woman? You're a generous man, aren't you?" Mackenzie flashed a half-smile. "How dare he borrow money from his wife to take another woman out to dinner? What a clever move!"

Emmanuel sensed Mackenzie's anger. "Ms. Quillen, I bought her dinner because she helped me today! I'll pay you back as soon as possible."

Mackenzie became even more annoyed. "I'm legally his wife. I lent him money and helped his mother get into the ward. In return, he left me at home to have dinner with another woman! How is that appropriate? All men are trashy!"

"Since you've said that, please pay me back on time next month!" Mackenzie demanded coldly, and walked toward the bedroom.

At the bedroom door, she added, "Also, I might be busy early next month. I'll have to see if I can still visit your place!"

Emmanuel looked innocent. This woman was always cold and indifferent, but never petty. She didn't seem like someone who broke promises. What was with her tonight? She'd promised to visit his mother. Why was she going back on her word now? His mother would be disappointed, and Roselynn would be angry. "Ugh I'll just see how things go. For now, I need to find ways to make more money. Otherwise, I won't be able to overcome my financial difficulties."

The next day at work, Emmanuel used his phone to browse for a part-time job online. After filtering and sorting by salary, the top offer was from Terence Group.

"A part-time project representative with a base salary of four thousand, excluding commission?" he mumbled, reading the job description. "This job is rather similar to the mission Mackenzie gave me before. She gave me the task privately, and I didn't have to go through the recruitment process last time. That's why I wasn't paid. Well, I need money urgently, and I have experience doing this. Mmm, it seems like this is my best option!"

That afternoon, Emmanuel asked Frederick to cover for him and left the hospital early to attend the Terence Group interview. He thought there wouldn't be many applicants, as the position was low-level and the salary average. However, when he arrived, the place was packed with people of all ages and genders hoping to get the job.