Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Stevie’s trip to Bluepond wasn’t a secret. The plane he was on set off at three o’clock in the afternoon and would arrive at Bluepond at about six o’clock. As soon as Becky arrived at the airport, Stevie’s flight landed.

Elvin had planned to send someone to pick up Stevie from the airport, but the latter had asked his secretary to refuse.

Stevie had come to Bluepond not only to inspect the situation of Fairway Group, but also to see how Becky was doing after divorcing Rory.

The days in February didn’t last very long. It was only six o’clock in the evening when the sun dipped in the horizon.

Although Becky saw Stevie from a distance, she didn’t call him for fear of being photographed by the paparazzi. She waited patiently until he and his secretary came to her. “Dad,” she greeted softly.

Stevie looked her up and down and then nodded in satisfaction. “You look good.”

Becky smiled. “Jessie has made us a reservation at a restaurant. Let’s go there now.”

Jessie and Becky had practically grown up together. The two went to the same kindergarten, primary school, high school, and even university. When Becky announced that she was going to marry Rory, Stevie said he would cut ties with her. During Becky’s three-year marriage, he only managed to keep up with her situation from Jessie.

The two families were familiar with each other, and Stevie treated Jessie as his daughter. “How is Jessie? Is her studio still open?”

it down a while back, but she plans to reopen it in a few

cousins who ran the family business. There was no need for her to do anything to support her family, so she had grown up to be a rather happy and carefree

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like making money.” Becky rolled her

she wasn’t lying. There was something about making money that made Becky feel

she’d be kidnapped or harmed. So the family of three lived a modest life in an ordinary house,

her a generous allowance when she was a child, which was somewhat strange for Becky because an

spent the winter and summer vacations selling roses to make her own

as beautiful as she was talkative,

Becky was in junior high, she asked her uncle to send her a lot of beautiful clothes from Haigeny, the city he was staying in. After school on Fridays, she’d set up

helped her out, and the two girls earned tens of thousands of dollars

was time-consuming, and Becky had to coach Jessie and Vernon every day, so she couldn’t

she would have started a

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was already there. As soon as they entered the box, Jessie greeted in a sweet voice, “Uncle