Following his gaze, she spotted the source of his attention: a strikingly elegant figure in the crowd. Elizabeth wore a simple white T-shirt and shorts, yet her exceptional physique transformed the outfit into something extraordinary. Her hair was loosely tied back, revealing the graceful curve of her neck, and her serene face held a distant, moonlike beauty—lovely, but untouchable.

With a knowing smirk, his cousin leaned closer. “So, this is your type, huh? Gotta say, you’ve got good taste!”

Albin yanked her closer, hissing, “Stop spouting nonsense. She’s married.”

The girl’s eyes widened, and she clapped her hands over her mouth in exaggerated shock. “Albin! Crushing on a married woman? That’s a one-way ticket to Trouble Town!”

But Albin wasn’t listening. He watched intently as Elizabeth swiped a card at the entrance—she lived here! In a swift motion, he transferred five thousand dollars to his cousin. “Go spend time with your friends,” he said distractedly, “but stay away from bars. I have urgent matters.”

His cousin blinked at the notification, her grin widening. “Wow, big spender! Alright, I’ll let you off the hook today. Go chase your forbidden love.”

Ignoring her, Albin quickly dialed Elijah’s number. “I found where your wife is hiding!” he announced. Elijah’s response was maddeningly indifferent: “Boring…”

Albin quickly shared the information, anxious that Elijah might hang up. “You won’t want to miss this—it’s right next to the bustling city center CBD, at Ripples Complex.” Ripples Complex—a name different from what Elizabeth had mentioned before.

Elijah’s finger hovered momentarily over the hang-up button before he changed his mind. “I’m on my way,” he said.

Half an hour later, an understated Audi pulled up beside Albin’s ostentatious Ferrari. Albin’s eyes flicked over, his expression curious as Oliver stepped out to open the back door. Jogging over, Albin rapped on the car roof with a smirk.