Beyond the Divorce

I observed the man in front of me as if I were watching a play. He embodied the typical heir. His expression left me somewhat stunned. His change of demeanor was also remarkably swift. At this moment, we only heard his voice, smooth and musical.

"Yvette, what made you think of me?" His smile was flattering. I wondered what kind of girl was on the other end.

The secretary's face had turned extremely unpleasant. She kept glancing at me with a forced smile. I could tell she was genuinely helpless, suffocating in frustration.

"Ms. Chloe, apologies for keeping you waiting. Mr. Jesse was negotiating a contract late into the night. So, today—"

She couldn't even finish her sentence.

The man didn't care about us. He was flirting over the phone. Eventually, they agreed to have lunch together, and only after ending the call did he reluctantly wave us over. Looking at the time on his phone, he gestured, "Come, come. Hurry up. There's no need for too much discussion. You've got the contract ready, right? Sign it quickly."

I stood up and walked over, sitting in front of his desk. The legal team handed him the prepared contract.

I extended it to him, saying, "Mr. Jesse, right? This is our contract. Take a closer look. There are some "

it already?" He waved

phone rang again. He glanced at it and

busy, but not with anything

animated, constantly changing. At this moment,

contract, but he hadn't

Come to the bar tonight. But I won't be kind. I've been more than

What kind of man was this? A womanizer? It seemed like he was

him. He

flipped through the pages. I quickly added, "Mr. Jesse, it's better if you take a

on the contract, and I held back my words,

completing these projects it seemed we would have to cut ties with this company. Kwas confident that

the man in front of me shouted, startling

and this is how you handle things? Tell

on the phone in