Belland's expression changed.

Mary's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Belland and asked, "Chairman?"

Another middle-aged man smiled and said, "Of course. I heard that the most famous battle on Wall Street in March was personally orchestrated by Mr. Glatton. He led the company to become the city's richest man of the year at such a young age. It's really admirable!"

Mary listened in a daze.

She vaguely remembered that on the day Francis first came to visit, the news broadcasted a scene about the handover ceremony of the richest man of the year. On it was a man who looked very similar to Belland.

However, as Mary only saw a side profile, she did not believe that it was her husband.

At this moment, Mary felt a bone-chilling sense of being surrounded by lies and deceit. Perhaps because she was not used to high heels, her feet became numb and she could not stand properly.

"Oh! Miss Lipton, long time no see," A middle-aged man recognized Eunice and greeted. "I heard that your wedding with Mr. Glatton is going to be soon. Don't forget to invite me when the time comes!"

After saying that, he realized that Belland's hand was wrapped around the waist of another woman, which stunned the middle-aged man who had just spoken.

Wedding? Mary looked at Eunice in shock.

In her mind, she recalled that Belland's hand had suddenly tightened on her shoulder when Eunice had asked about it.

Perhaps Belland did not want to admit his marital status in front of that woman.

But she had appeared out of the blue.

Mary's face suddenly turned pale, and her body began to shake. Her high heels were so painful that she could barely stand.

At that moment, Belland's large hands wrapped tightly around Mary's waist, supporting her swaying body.

He said with an ugly expression, "I'm sorry, my wife is not feeling well. I have to send her back first."

With that, Belland wrapped his arms around Mary's body and led her toward the main entrance of the hall.

Mary's head was dizzy, and her heart felt as if it was submerged in the cold water of a lake. It was difficult for her to feel even the slightest bit of warmth.

Whatever had just happened, did it not confirm her suspicions?

Her marriage had been a sham from the beginning.

Belland was a rich man, and Mary had nothing for him to gain through deceiving her. If anything, it was just her feelings that were being toyed with.

It made her feel like a clown, living blissfully unaware, in his elaborate lie.

If she hadn't discovered it, would Belland have lied to her like this forever?

Secretly living an ordinary life for amusement, while reverting back to his true status as a rich and powerful tycoon when Mary was unaware?

Mary stumbled and almost fell.

Belland quickly caught her. "Mary?"

His tone was as affectionate and concerned as ever.

Mary's eyes were filled with tears. The tears blurred her vision, so much so that she could not see Belland's hypocritical face clearly. It was as if her husband was wearing a mask in front of her, just like that.

Suddenly, Mary pushed Belland's arm away.

At this moment, the two of them were standing outside the hall of the cocktail party. There was no one else around.

Belland stepped forward and was about to pull Mary's hand.

Slap!

Mary had given Belland a hard slap on the face, stunning him.

The tears in her eyes finally poured out.

As she cried, she looked at her palm. Finally, she lifted the hem of her dress and ran away quickly, without caring about the pain from her feet.

She just wanted to get away from this place.

Anywhere was fine.

Belland's heart tightened. He was about to step forward to give chase when his arm was pulled tightly. Then, two bodyguards in suits blocked his way.