It seemed unlikely that someone with her lifestyle could have independently earned twenty million. And if she had the means and ambition to earn that much, why would she settle for a marriage of convenience for only two million?

Oliver, with a quick, regretful gesture, bowed his head. "I apologize, sir. It was my oversight. I'll look into Mrs. Norris's financial activities immediately."

Albin, smirking, nudged Elijah lightly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Elijah, don't tell me you got dumped! I've always said, women need affection! Neglect them too long, and they'll look elsewhere… And now, here you are, tangled in complications."

He stopped abruptly, noticing the coldness in Elijah's stare. Only then did he realize Sandra was still present. Albin glanced at her; her smile had stiffened. "Sorry!" he exclaimed, playfully slapping his forehead and zipping his lips.

Sandra turned to Elijah, her fingers gently on his arm, her expression empathetic. "Did I somehow cause your wife to misunderstand? I can clear things up with her if you'd like."

A deep furrow appeared on Elijah's brow. "What does this have to do with you?" he asked, confused.

Albin, having just promised silence, blurted out, unable to resist. "Oh my! Elijah, have you been living under a rock? Haven't you heard the latest gossip? Don't you see why she's upset?"

Sandra ventured a cautious guess. "Could it be the paparazzi photos of you helping me? Ms. Campbell might have seen them. I tried to squash the rumors, but with our public profiles…" Her voice trailed off, heavy with guilt.

Elijah's expression softened. "You're not to blame for this," he reassured her, his tone unexpectedly tender.

He turned to Oliver, visibly nervous under Elijah's gaze. "I've been focused on Ms. Nash's affairs all day and missed the viral news. It's my fault," Oliver said, his anxiety evident. "I'll handle it immediately."

With urgency, Oliver excused himself. Meanwhile, Sandra nervously fidgeted, her eyes cautiously watching Elijah. She bit her lip. "Elijah, am I becoming a burden?"

Elijah calmly placed his phone face down. "It's not about you," he reassured her, his voice steady. "She's just upset, having a meltdown. She's got nowhere else to go without me. I wouldn't be surprised if she comes back soon, suitcase in hand."

One of Elijah's companions interjected, raising his drink. "Marrying someone as influential as Mr. Norris is a golden opportunity. Getting worked up over nothing? Frankly, I think women need to know their place!"

The room murmured in agreement. "Exactly. It's all about boundaries!" another added. "With Mr. Norris's status, a few rumors or affairs are nothing to worry about. Is there a woman who would willingly give up the title of Mrs. Norris and ask for a divorce?"

Albin was about to speak when he was interrupted. "Which one of you is Mr. Elijah?"

Everyone turned to a delivery man at the door. Albin, confused, asked, "Did someone order takeout?" A chorus of denials followed. "Maybe it's a mistake?" someone suggested. "Or maybe someone's trying to impress Mr. Norris with a gift?"