Eryx rushed out of the mansion, heading straight for his car. The moment he slipped into the driver's seat, he dialed Callum's number without hesitation.
"Inform the press," he ordered the second the call connected. "Tell them I'm married."
There was a brief pause on the other end before Callum spoke, his tone laced with disbelief. "Are you sure, sir?"
Eryx's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Just do it. As soon as possible."
Callum hesitated for a moment before asking carefully, "Shall I include any details about your wife?"
Eryx's gaze darkened as he stared ahead. "No. Leave out the details. Just a brief introduction, like… she's an ordinary netizen. Nothing more."
Callum hesitated before speaking again. "But sir, the press will start digging. Should we at least include her age or something to control the speculation?"
Eryx considered it for a moment, then said, "Twenty-three. That's all they need to know."
