Meanwhile, somewhere else Lily had started researching about Asher.
I wouldn't find out until much later, when everything had already fallen apart. But she told me later that it started the day after the gala, when she'd seen the way I'd performed with him, the way I'd transformed from the exhausted woman at work into the devoted wife in public.
She'd gone home that night and opened her laptop.
And searched about "Asher Wang" on the internet.
She saw the articles about his business strategies, pictures in luxury lifestyle magazines, articles about he was a charmer.
But there were some other articles too. Business competitors who'd mysteriously vanished, rival companies that had collapsed under suspicious circumstances, rumours about his ruthless business practices.
Lily had saved all of it in a folder on her laptop.
Then she'd started asking questions at work. They were casual, innocent questions that didn't seem invasive but gave her information.
