Beyond the Divorce

I was taken aback and glanced at my phone. It showed an unfamiliar number. I answered, asking, "Who is this?"

"Looks like you're really busy, Mrs. Chloe. This is Lance," came the warm and gentle voice from the other end.

I focused immediately. "Mr. Lance, do you... have something to say?"

"Forgive the intrusion, Mrs. Chloe." The voice sounded pleasantly amused. "Could we meet? I'd like to discuss a collaboration with you."

"What kind of collaboration are you talking about?" I asked calmly.

After recent events, my impression of the Sunny family had hit rock bottom.

His approach immediately reminded me of his brother.

"The project in Solaris," Lance stated bluntly, sounding confident and assured.

I repeated with skepticism as

might not be able to proceed with the Solaris project, given your current situation. I wonder if you have any other ideas," Lance added, perhaps sensing my hesitation over the phone. "There are alternative ways to accomplish it that are easier and more discreet.

laughed disdainfully. "Mr. Lance, the way you put it, it's as if my project in

How despicable. They were attempting to snatch the project from every angle without a

and discuss this further?" Lance urged. "Some things

out recently. I've delegated all company business to Ryan. But your proposed collaboration... is unlikely to

Think it over. I'll

it carefully," I

had said. There was clearly more to them than met

A project in Solaris?

he hinting

and the little one ran over, wobbling

to it, lifting him