Cheating in Cold Storage? I Turned on Quick‑Freeze

"Scarlett is disrespecting Tristan and has no sense of wifely virtue. She deserves whatever miserable end he gives her!"

I gripped my phone tighter as a silent sneer played on my lips.

What day and age were we in that people were still talking about wifely virtues?

I used to be so satisfied with Tristan Harrington and thought he was a true gentleman, free of fragile masculinity. Now, reading these comments, I realized that it was all an act. He'd married me with the goal of swallowing the Thorne family fortune whole.

I could barely hold back a cold laugh.

If he thought I was an easy target just because I was the only daughter left of the Thorne family, he shouldn't blame me for forgetting whatever ties our families once had when I devour the Harringtons.

…

When the live stream had hit a million viewers, I suggested, "The police will take a while to arrive. In the meantime, I'll introduce some of our company's products. It's the perfect marketing opportunity."

When the directors noticed the skyrocketing traffic and numbers, they nodded without hesitation. "That's some smart thinking, young lady. Go ahead and make it sound good so you can actually promote us!"

Holding my phone, I slowly walked deeper into the cold storage. Under the pretense of introducing our wine, I made my way toward the freezer where the two were hiding.

"These freezers are our latest in-house design with an incredibly powerful flash-freeze capability. It can drop the internal temperature by 68 degrees Fahrenheit in just three minutes. Let me give the viewers a quick demonstration."

As I spoke, I reached out and flipped the flash-freeze switch. The freezer began to hum loudly to life.

The comment section exploded.

"Oh my god, 68 degrees Fahrenheit? Is she trying to freeze Tristan and Daisy to death?"

"Daisy's face is already pale, and there's frost on her eyelashes. Good thing Tristan is holding her tight, and they're even kissing. That's so sweet!"

"Relax. The temperature of the freezer can be controlled remotely. Tristan has his phone, so he adjusted the settings back."

Just then, David stepped up to stop me. "I think I saw the freezer move. What if the thief is hiding in there?

"Maybe we should just lock the main door of the cold storage. We don't know where they are right now, and there's a chance they're armed with a knife or weapon."

I smiled and reached out. "Well, if they're hiding in there, we'll just have to open it to find out, right?"

The moment the words left my lips, the viewers panicked.

"She's not actually going to open it, is she? This is a live stream with a million viewers!"

"Daisy and Tristan both heard her, and Daisy is crying in fright. Poor thing."

"They're both not wearing anything, so they're going to be so embarrassed if the door opens. Oh god… Did Scarlett sense something?"

Amidst the frantic comments, I pretended that the freezer door wouldn't budge and frowned. "Looks like this freezer's broken and won't open. I'll have a word with Quality Control later about their inspection standards."

Viewers in the comments section heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness she couldn't get it open."

"Temperature in the freezer is back to normal now, so Tristan and Daisy can probably hold on a lot longer. They just need to wait until these lunatics leave."

I glanced at the comments and let out a cold laugh.

"Leave?" I thought. Did they forget that I called the police?

"Why aren't the police here yet? Their response time is way too slow," I said, pretending to complain and look toward the door.

John waved his hand and announced, "The head of security just told me that they've arrived at the door of the building. They're on their way up now."

The comment section exploded.

"I forgot this vicious woman called the cops! What do we do now? Tristan and Daisy are going to be exposed!"

"Tristan is so smart. He's using his phone to call for backup."

Seeing that last comment, I narrowed my eyes and turned around just in time to see David sneaking toward the exit. I didn't have to guess to know that he was going to bribe the police and bury the whole incident.

So, I immediately raised my voice and declared, "Everyone, the thief is still at large. It's very possible that a spy in our company is keeping in touch with them and helping them escape through the back door!

"To ensure everyone's safety and to prove your innocence, let's all keep an eye on each other until the police arrive. No one is allowed to leave this room.

"Otherwise, whoever leaves is the spy."