When she heard the name "Mr. Webber," she refused to leave, but she had no choice.

I just wanted to embarrass them.

Soon, Will arrived with his wife on his arm, looking serious.

When Catherine saw them, she tried to slip away, but Amelia called out, "This must be Mr. Pearson's wife, right?"

Catherine turned and nodded stiffly, and I noticed her shaking.

Amelia also noticed it. She smiled, approached, and took Catherine's hand. "Why're you in a cold sweat? Are you feeling unwell?"

Catherine was so nervous that she stepped back repeatedly, clearly afraid of being exposed.

Will noticed her distress and stepped in, saying, "Honey, Mrs. Pearson looks pale. Let's visit another day."

He tried to pull her away.

Amelia nodded. Just as she was about to release Catherine's hand, she suddenly frowned and asked, "Mrs. Pearson, what perfume are you wearing? It smells so familiar."

Panic spread across both Will's and Catherine's faces.

The cologne's scent was unmistakable, despite Catherine's attempts to cover it.

"I... I bought this perfume casually," Catherine stammered.

Amelia scrutinized her, "Oh really? It smells just like what my husband usually uses. Right, honey?"

She stared at Will.

Will looked caught off guard and struggled to respond.

Seizing the moment, I interjected, "That must be the scented bag in my car."

Relieved, Catherine quickly agreed, "Yes! The scented bag."

It was a flimsy excuse, but she didn't notice it.

I didn't have a scented bag in my car.

But I didn't want to expose them so early. I wanted to bring disgrace upon them and make them suffer the consequences.

Later that evening, Catherine wrapped her arms around me, and the scent of her perfume hit me hard.

I mentioned an upcoming business trip, and her face lit up with joy as she dashed to pack.

Taking advantage of her distraction, I secretly installed a tracking program on her phone to monitor her whereabouts.

The next day, when I was about to go out, I found that the cactus pot had already been placed on the balcony.

The show was about to begin.

Just as I got into the cab, my phone buzzed.

Catherine: [Come quickly, he is gone.]

Cactus Supplier: [Then forget today. I think he suspects something.]

Catherine: [No way. He adores me.]

Cactus Supplier: [Eh...]

Catherine: [Do you regret being with me? If you don't like it, we can break up, and you can go back to your wife.]

Cactus Supplier: [No, but I can't run my company without her father's support.]

Catherine: [I don't need you to divorce her or give me promises.]

Cactus Supplier: [Kiss.]

Catherine: [Still coming?]

Cactus Supplier: [Right away.]

I waited downstairs, watching Will ascend the stairs, wrapped tightly and fully armed.

I pulled out my phone and called the police. "Officers, I want to report that someone is providing pornographic services in 6603."