Beyond the Divorce

I calmly replied, "Mr. Martin, do you have other intentions?"

"Haha... I have no ill intentions, Ms. Chloe. I want to express my hospitality, especially since I've always had a soft spot for beautiful women like you."

"You've flattered me enough, Mr. Martin. What did you want to discuss?"

"Jeremiah, tell them to serve the food. We can chat while dining," Martin ordered. "Ms. Chloe, you've been discussing business all day, so you must be hungry. Let's eat first and then talk later.” He had a gentle expression, as if he were my old friend.

Jeremiah rushed to the door and signaled a waiter to bring the food. I took my bag, rummaged through it, and casually turned on my recording pen.

I noticed Martin watching me, so I took a pack of wet wipes and placed it on the table to avoid suspicion. Immediately after, I calmly put my bag behind my chair.

I pulled out a wet wipe and wiped my hands, but Jeremiah seemed dissatisfied. "What is the meaning of this, Ms. Chloe?"

I looked at him and feigned surprise. "W-What do you mean?"

noticed my composure and felt helpless. He glanced at Martin and urgently gestured

Martin, "Isn't it time for dinner? Is there a problem with me wiping

the wet wipe and

the main topic? I believe you didn't invite me just for dinner, correct?

at me with a hint of admiration. He nodded and said, "All

seemed to drop his guard against

Mr. Jeremiah to negotiate with you in Foswood. That was also my cousin's recommendation since I lack

knew I was right in

construction projects every year. People are more demanding these days, especially regarding quality. Those I previously collaborated

meant what

Corporation, it was clear he had done nothing wrong.