When Theodoric heard that, his expression abruptly went glacial. His cold gaze made him seem as dangerous as a cheetah in the forest. D*mn it! An unconscious woman and a marriage certificate? Who’s this woman with the guts to actually set me up in such a manner? In the next second, Marianne’s delicate voice drifted into the air. Her eyes brimmed with grief, rendering her utterly pitiful. “Mr. Lasker… since you’re already married… do I no longer have the opportunity to marry you?” A layer of frost promptly blanketed Theodoric’s eyes. But when he turned his gaze to her, the look in them was indescribably tender. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gently coaxed, “I once promised to marry you, so you’re the only person who’ll be my wife henceforth. I’ll seek you out when I’ve handled everything. Go home and wait for me.” At that, Marianne was over the moon. “Okay. I’ll wait for you no matter how long it takes.” Judging from this, he loves me, right? His voice is incredibly gentle, and his gaze is beyond loving. On the heels of that, Theodoric took out the pendant from his pocket. His arms circled around her neck, and he gently put it on her. “Don’t misplace it again. I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” In a flash, Marianne’s expression changed. At the thought that the man was only marrying her because of that pendant, and its rightful owner was Ruthanne, unadulterated envy inundated her. If I were the one who went to Starling Hotel last night, I’d have the luck of spending the night with him. Then, I’d definitely be the person he loves! Alas, it’s too late now. But then, Ruthanne is already wearing a hyper-realistic mask, so no one knows her true countenance. And as long as I don’t return this pendant, I can continue basking in his favor! “Mr. Goldberg.” “Yes?” “Call a taxi to send Marianne home.” “Understood.” After Theodoric had seen Marianne away, a fire suddenly started blazing in his dark eyes. I shall see who exactly is this woman who set me up to marry her! At Truson Manor, two rows of servants stood on the stone steps by the door. They all bowed at the expensive Rolls-Royce Cullinan. “Welcome home, Mr. Lasker.” Theodoric climbed out of the back seat of the car on his long and strong legs. He emanated a powerful and oppressive aura, like an innate king looking down on his kingdom. His housekeeper, Mary, came up to him with a glum look. “The lady has just regained consciousness, Mr. Lasker. She’s dazed and is taking a rest in… your room.” At once, Theodoric halted in his tracks. A gloomy air that was suffocating radiated off him. “My room?” Mary lowered her head in fear. “The lady has a marriage certificate with you, Mr. Lasker. I… didn’t dare show her any disrespect.” The word “marriage certificate” seemingly struck a nerve with Theodoric. He gritted his teeth, his gaze searing. “How did she get in?” Not only was Truson Manor heavily guarded, but it had one of the best security systems in the world. Even a fly could not get in, much less a stranger. How did she get past the stringent traps to arrive at the back door without a scratch on her? “We have no idea either, Mr. Lasker. I checked the surveillance footage earlier, only to discover that the footage from two hours earlier had been erased. As for the culprit, we couldn’t find any leads,” Mary admitted nervously. While speaking, they arrived at the master bedroom. Theodoric pushed open the door and stepped in. Immediately, he saw a woman reclining against the head of the bed in a groggy state. It was the time of the day when the sun was at its brightest, and fine rays of light fell on her slender body. The temperature in early spring was chilly, but she was only wearing a thin gray sweatshirt, faded from multiple washings. Her smooth hair only reached her collarbone below her shoulders. Her facial features were not striking. In fact, she could be described as unsightly. However, her big eyes were filled with spirit and animation, rendering her a touch delightful. Ruthanne jerked her head to the door. When she made out the man’s face, she froze for a moment. That is my husband, Theodoric Lasker? His features were chiseled and outstanding. A mole dotted the skin beneath his tapered eyes, adding a hint of mysteriousness and appeal to his regal aura. Theodoric stalked forward in a towering rage but stopped short upon glimpsing the woman’s eyes. She gave him a natural sense of familiarity and affinity. “How did you get in?” he demanded coldly.