Chapter 994


    Lucy had been itching to ask the question, restraining herself until Thssa was seated at the dinner


    table. She couldn''t care less whether Thssa was going to eat the food or not.


    Inviting Thssa to lunch was just a ruse, a courtesy for Bruce''s sake. If Lucy had it her way, she''d


    march right over to Thssa''s ce, grab her by the hair, and demand to know what she was up to


    with Brucest night!


    Bruce hadn''te home all evening, leaving Lucy tossing and turning, a sleepless mess.


    She''d called him repeatedly in the early hours; he didn''t pick up. Later, when she called again, his


    phone was conveniently switched off.


    Knowing Bruce''s roving eye, Lucy figured that if he wasn''t home at night, there was always another


    woman.


    She felt like ants on a hot griddle, desperate but helpless.


    Finally, daylight came, and so did Bruce.


    She cornered him immediately, demanding to know where he''d been the previous night.


    Bruce casually mentioned he had something to sort out with Thssa, stating they had spent the night


    together. “Thssa is my daughter,” he said. “What could we possibly be doing?”


    Lucy was skeptical. There was no business between Bruce and Thssa that would necessitate an


    overnight stay. So, she devised a n, masking it as a meal invitation to ept Thssa as Bruce’s


    daughter, with the true intent of grilling her in front of Bruce about the specifics of their interaction.


    Lucy''s questioning was urgent, blunt, and direct.


    Bruce paused, his cutlery in hand, and nced toward Thssa.


    He had briefed her over the phone about the situation and the reason for Lucy''s lunch invitation.


    He trusted that she wouldn''t be foolish enough to slip up; if she did, her mother''s video might be a


    bit less secure.


    Thssa looked up, startled by Lucy''s interrogation, and caught Bruce''s icy re, which wasden


    with silent threats.


    With tension and anger tightening her breath, Thssa didn''t answer Lucy directly. Instead, she


    retorted, “Being Bruce''s daughter, we naturally had matters to discuss. What else could it be? Or are


    you implying something else? Bruce is your husband. Are you genuinely suspecting him of something


    inappropriate with his own daughter? Is his character truly worth nothing in your eyes?”


    With that, she shot Bruce a lookced with scorn and resentment.


    She used her response to imply that Bruce was worthless, a jab at his character.


    Bruce read her meaning clearly. At home, Lucy had him under her thumb, leaving him breathless. He


    recognized the insult in Thssa''s words.


    Last night, he had nearly crossed a line with Thssa, but that was after he knew she wasn''t his


    daughter.


    He was merely interested in her youthful allure.


    Now, Bruce had told Lucy that Thssa was his daughter, and they had spent the night discussing


    business. Contradict Thssa now by admitting she wasn''t his daughter would risk sending Lucy into


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    For years, Bruce had felt suffocated. Divorcing Lucy was out of question; she was too fierce. She would


    beat him to a pulp at the slightest provocation, and, being the one who controlled the purse strings, she


    held financial power over him.


    A man without financial independence naturally loses his edge.


    Lucy''s smile froze for a moment as she detected the undertone in Thssa''s words, interpreting them


    as a defense of Bruce and an implication that she was too controlling.


    Yet, Bruce, if not kept in check, would run wild and pay her no mind at all.