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 "

through it. Haven't you all checked it already?" He waved dismissively. "You're being too cautious. Is it

phone rang again. He glanced at it and answered with

seemed genuinely busy, but not with

At this moment, his face turned frosty

hadn't taken his eyes

"Enough already. Come to the bar tonight. But I won't be kind. I've been more than generous with you. I can give

my eyes, staring at Jesse. What kind of man was this? A womanizer? It seemed like he was a

hand. Unexpectedly, he caught me staring at him. He

without even looking, he flipped through the pages. I quickly added, "Mr. Jesse, it's

rang again. His hand pressed on the contract, and I held back my words, leaning back into the chair behind me.

small projects. After completing these projects it seemed we would have

man in front of me

doing? I'm paying you the fucking money, and this is how you handle things? Tell them not to mess around. They can use it

the phone in his hand. He swiped through it, dialed a number, and put