A businessman always strives for the maximum possible gain, so from that perspective, Elaine’s logic was sound. "I accept the terms you’ve proposed," Tyson said, his voice level but cold. "But how can I be sure you won't leak this information anyway?" "We can draft a contract or a formal statement. Leaking this does me no good as long as I’m your wife. However, if I die an 'accidental' death after our marriage, these documents will be uploaded to every major website instantly. Your reputation will be ruined. If I go down, I’m taking you with me." Tyson watched her arrogant display for a moment before speaking slowly. "Do you have any idea what happened to the last person who tried to negotiate with me like this?" "I can guarantee they didn't know half as much as I do," Elaine countered. "I believe you’ll agree, won’t you, Mr. Hayes?" Silence hung heavy in the air for a long time. Finally, Tyson spoke with measured calm. "Fine. I agree." "Glad to hear it." Elaine proactively extended her hand toward him. "I hope our partnership is a fruitful one." "Likewise." Tyson shook her hand briefly before taking the folder and heading upstairs. The moment he entered his study, he fed the envelope and its contents directly into the shredder. Julio entered the room just in time to witness this. Tyson’s expression was ghastly. "I am truly sorry, sir," Julio said. "I never imagined Elaine was capable of this." For the past few days, she had been so compliant and sweet, perfectly playing the part of the virtuous wife. They never suspected she was playing them under their very noses. "From now on, sharpen your instincts. Do not let this happen again," Tyson snapped. "I’ve lost significant leverage because of this. That woman is far more calculating than she looks. She can't stay here any longer. Have her moved out immediately." "Elaine has already left, sir. She also mentioned... that the meals these past few days were actually made by the kitchen apprentice. She said if you enjoyed them, you could just place your orders with him directly." Elaine’s parting words were clearly meant to provoke him. It turned out every bit of her "domestic bliss" had been a sham. A devoted wife? Elaine wouldn't waste her time cooking a single meal for Tyson. It was all a performance to lower their guard. Tyson felt a surge of regret. He should have dealt with her sooner. Once that marriage certificate was signed, it wouldn't have mattered to him whether she existed or not. But now, he was forced to watch this "fly in the ointment" play the role of his wife. "Given the circumstances, is the wedding still on?" Julio asked tentatively. He had never seen Tyson despise someone so thoroughly. Tyson shot him a freezing glare. "You've been with me this long and you still ask such a stupid question? I’ve invested far too much. I want the Lynn family assets and their connections. Since I’ve agreed to her terms, the wedding proceeds. And I cannot lay a finger on her." Julio quickly lowered his head, cursing his luck. He seemed to be doing nothing but aggravating Tyson lately. "Have someone shadow her. Limit her social interactions and make sure to report exactly who she contacts." Tyson found the whole situation suspicious. While Elaine was cunning, she wasn't usually this thorough. If she were truly this brilliant, she wouldn't have resorted to that pathetic suicide stunt in front of Nolan. There was something else at play behind the scenes—a factor he hadn't identified yet. Julio nodded. "Rest assured, I'll see to it." "If she makes a single suspicious move, tell me instantly." "Yes, sir." Meanwhile, Elaine had already forwarded a portion of the files to Eliza. This was the deal they had struck. Across the ocean, as Eliza scrolled through the photos of the documents, she was stunned. She hadn't realized Tyson was operating so many black-market industries in the shadows. Almost all of them were linked to Saint Corp. It appeared he had a covert history of collaboration with Cramer as well. Tyson had started doing business with Wendy early on, meaning he had been part of this dark supply chain for years, even establishing a dedicated distribution network within Westbrook.