I looked up and turned to Hannah, who was frozen in place. “And you! I won’t be sponsoring you anymore. Don’t go around telling people we know each other. It’s embarrassing.”

Hannah’s eyes reddened with anger as she stammered, “If Jason comes back, he won’t forgive you!”

Rachel hesitated before asking, “Ms. Clara, what should we do now?”

I sighed impatiently. “He’s still our employee. Even if he’s useless, report it to the police. We don’t want people saying our company lacks morals.”

Hannah tried to stop me again, but I glared at her. “Don’t you care about Jason? Why are you stopping me from involving the police? What exactly are you trying to do?”

Rachel ignored her, picked up the phone, and called the police.

Once Hannah left, I handed Rachel the video I had secretly recorded. “Post this online and include the keywords ‘Obsidian Cartel.’”

As soon as it was posted, the internet blew up.

QuipQuest: Oh, my God! So, the Obsidian Cartel is real!

SkillSage: Who posted this? The Obsidian Cartel said they’d kill him, and now, she’s provoking them!

SpicyTales: If he dies, she’d basically be the murderer!

I let it go viral. The bigger the mess, the better.

The police took the report and video seriously and immediately began investigating Jason’s entry time and location.

Two days later, during a company meeting, Jason suddenly burst in. He was covered in blood.

Everyone was shocked. Rachel quickly called the police.

Jason’s hands were trembling as he walked up to me. He said weakly to me, “Clara… I thought I’d never see you again! Thank goodness I escaped.”

I had to admit that I admired his nerve. Right before the meeting, I had seen him with Hannah on the back staircase.

She was smearing fake blood on him while bitterly complaining, “What’s so great about Clara? Why do you like her so much?”

Jason pulled her closer and said, “What’s great about her? She’s rich.”

He smiled sinisterly and continued, “Her parents are dead. Even if she dies abroad, no one will come looking for her. Our plan was perfect, but she didn’t fall for it.

“Forget it! I’ll just say I escaped. I know her. She won’t be that cruel to me.”

“Clara? What’s wrong?” Jason’s voice snapped me back to the present. “Are you mad at me? Are you upset that I went to such a dangerous place without telling you?”

I gave him a cold look and stayed silent. He kept talking. “I know you’re worried. I just wanted to help you. You’ve been working so hard. I just wanted to lighten your load by sealing this deal.

“I don’t mind suffering. All I want is for you to live a better life. Everything I did was for the company and for you.”

I glared at him and said through gritted teeth, “I really wish they had beaten you to death.”

Jason looked utterly shocked. Before he could say anything, Hannah stormed in. She pointed at me and screamed, “Clara Bennett! You’ve gone too far! When Jason went missing, you didn’t care at all. Now that he’s back, you’re saying such cruel things!”

For years, Jason had been known as my fiance at the company. I had never been stingy when it came to him, and I loved him deeply.

To build his reputation, Jason had done plenty of charitable acts over the years. A few colleagues who were on good terms with him chimed in to support him.

“Ms. Clara, I think Mr. Jason did this for the company and for you. Now that he’s safe, why not let it go?”

“Yeah, I saw that video of him being captured. It was terrifying. He’s lucky to have escaped. You should forgive him.”

“You’ve been together for so many years. It’s not easy to find a relationship like this.”

I ignored them and turned on the projector. One by one, intimate photos of Jason and Hannah appeared on the screen.

“These are from Jason’s work computer,” I said coldly. “My boyfriend is having an affair with the student I sponsored. Should I really forgive him?”

Jason’s face turned pale. He clearly had not expected me to refuse to take him in, much less go through his computer. “Clara! This is all a misunderstanding!”

At that moment, the police arrived. One officer looked at Jason and said in a serious tone, “Mr. Jason, we’ve been investigating your disappearance, but there is no record of you leaving the country. Can you explain where you were?”

Jason tried to argue, but before he could, I took out my phone and played a video I had just recorded on the back staircase. “Jason, this time, it’s your turn to feel the torment I went through.”