Chapter 7 Elizabeth, Are You Looking for Trouble?

She was in a mad rush to wrap up the translation by 11:30 AM, saved it on her computer, and backed it up on a USB drive.

While she was praying after finishing her job, 'Please, computer, don't crash.'

Her laptop, like it had a mind of its own, suddenly went black.

No matter how much Elizabeth poked and prodded, it stayed dead.

Did the laptop just die on her?

Elizabeth stared at the screen, unable to process that her trusty old laptop would fail her now, of all times.

She let out a heavy sigh.

Luckily, she had the document backed up on the USB drive at the last second.

She yanked out the USB drive and started looking around for another computer.

But there wasn't one in sight.

She had no choice but to ask Susan for help, "Susan, I need a computer ASAP. My laptop just crashed, and I'm in a bind. Is there another computer in the house? I just need a few minutes to send a document."

"There is, but it's Mr. Thomas's," Susan replied.

Elizabeth's heart sank.

She wouldn't dare touch his computer.

"You just need to send a document, right? It won't take long," Susan said, seeing her panic. "Mr. Thomas might be strict, but he's not unreasonable. If it's urgent, he won't mind you using it."

Elizabeth glanced at the clock.

It was already 11:50 AM.

The client needed the document by noon.

Elizabeth stopped hesitating and headed to Michael's study on the second floor.

She walked to the desk and powered up the computer.

Luckily, Michael hadn't set a password.

She took a deep breath, plugged in the USB drive, logged into her account, and quickly sent out the document.

The document was sent successfully before noon.

She sent it with a racing heart and just wanted to leave the study ASAP.

Michael was always so cautious; he might have cameras hidden somewhere.

When the document was sent out successfully, she didn't dare do anything more.

Elizabeth's hands were shaking as she tried to shut down the computer.

Maybe she was too nervous, her hands were too shaky.

Before she could click the power button, she accidentally opened a folder next to it.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened. Driven by curiosity, she curiously peeked at the contents of the folder.

The folder was full of photos of a young woman, dressed in a cute dress with innocent, clear eyes and a beautiful face.

Five minutes later, she walked out of the study, dazed.

As Elizabeth walked down the stairs, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She seemed to have stumbled upon Michael's secret.

Michael had photos of this woman on his computer but no one had ever mentioned her.

Apparently, Mary didn't know either.

Otherwise, during the time he was unconscious, there would have been no need for Elizabeth to marry him.

Either this woman was his first love, or she’d been with Michael all along and bailed on him after his accident.

No wonder Michael turned into such a moody, cruel, and violent man.

Yet, he still kept her photos on his computer.

What would go through his head when he looked at her pics?

Elizabeth shook her head, trying to shake off these wild thoughts.

If Michael found out she’d seen these, would he kill her to keep her quiet?

He was totally capable of that.

Elizabeth was freaking out because she’d seen something she shouldn’t have.

Her head dizzy, she stumbled out of the study, quickly hid in the guest room, sitting on the bed to calm her racing heart.

Her phone chimed.

Elizabeth picked it up and saw a transfer notification.

Her senior had sent her $500.

She hadn’t expected such a big payout. It had only taken two hours, and she got $500!

This transfer instantly eased her inner panic.

After lunch, Elizabeth went back to her room and closed the door.

Maybe it was the pregnancy making her drowsy, but she soon fell asleep at the desk.

In the afternoon, there were urgent footsteps outside the room.

Elizabeth jolted awake.

Before she could gather her thoughts, the door was slammed open.

"Elizabeth, are you looking for death?" Michael’s voice sounded like it came straight from hell.

Elizabeth saw him sitting in the wheelchair at the door, his face dark and his eyes blazing with rage.

"Elizabeth, who gave you the guts to touch my stuff?" Michael shouted.

She had guessed he’d be mad, but she hadn’t expected him to be this furious.

Elizabeth’s heart pounded with nervousness.

Now, she probably wouldn't need to worry about the divorce, because he might just kill her.

Her eyes welled up, "Michael, I’m sorry." She was filled with anxiety, "My computer broke this morning, so I used yours without permission. It was my fault. I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to look at your stuff. When I was shutting down, my hand shook a bit, and I accidentally opened it. I swear, I only took a glance and then closed it."

His eyes were slightly red, showing just how pissed he was.

She spoke again, her voice heavy with emotion, "I’m sorry."

"You looked at the stuff on my computer?" Michael’s voice was hoarse, filled with bone-chilling coldness.

His hands were tightly clenched, his knuckles white with rage.

If he weren’t in a wheelchair right now, he might have strangled her.

Elizabeth, this foolish woman, was audacious!

Who gave her the right?

Did she think that by marrying him, she had become the mistress of this house?

Elizabeth, this self-righteous fool!

Where did Mary find a woman like Elizabeth to disgust him?

She dared to enter his study without permission.

She even dared to touch his stuff!