"Albert Wilson!"
The man calmly uttered those three words, and Bonnie let out a long sigh of relief. Of course, once he mentioned his name, she knew he was looking for Cynthia.
"Wilson, she's your wife. How would I know where she is? Ever since she moved out, we've hardly been in touch!"
Bonnie mustered a lot of courage to respond to him coldly. After all, she had seen this man chasing after another woman on the day of his wedding, and she genuinely felt it was unfair for Cynthia.
But to be honest, she really didn't know where Cynthia had gone this time. Cynthia was always elusive; she had grown accustomed to her unpredictable lifestyle and had learned not to worry about her.
He calmly countered her,
"Although she is my wife, I can't reach her right now, so I hope you can cooperate!"
"Sorry, I don't know either!"
