Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Becky was in Rory’s office for less than ten seconds. Watching her walk away, Rory pulled a long face.

He reached for the document on the desk. On one side, Becky had already signed her name, while the other space was left blank for him to sign.

The divorce agreement was simple. It was only a piece of paper. The terms on it were very clear—she didn’t want any property under his name.

After reading the divorce agreement, Rory couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

She didn’t want a penny of his property.

He wondered how she could be so arrogant.

“Let’s see if you’ll push through with the divorce tomorrow,” Rory murmured sardonically.

Without giving it much thought, he ripped the document in half.

When Lowell came in, he found Rory standing in front of the French windows, clamping a cigarette between his lips. In his black suit, he looked cold and unapproachable. Lowell suddenly lost the will to speak.

But this matter was too important. Lowell had to bite the bullet and cleared his throat. “Mr. Casper, the meeting has begun.”

The man standing in front of the window turned his head slowly. His deep-set eyes were as cold as ice and piercing as daggers, sending a shiver down Lowell’s spine.

“I see.”

cigarette and tossed it into the trash can. Then, he strode

Rory was in a bad

the meeting that Rory was about to join, Lowell suddenly felt sorry for the meeting’s

only took Becky roughly seven minutes to go in and out of the building. During the whole process, she was calm. She didn’t feel an inch of pain or struggle, unlike she

the accumulated disappointment in her heart, all her hopes were dashed and she wanted nothing more

out of the Crowbar Technologies building, she raised her head and looked up at the cloudy sky. She felt a little sad, but she

right. She had to divorce Rory as soon

took a deep breath, walked up to Jessie’s car,

cked on the window.

She opened the door

got in the car quietly and didn’t say anything to interrupt Jessie’s phone

soon as she fastened the seat belt, she raised her head and found that Jessie was holding the phone out in front of

raised her eyebrows curiously. “Who

“Your father.”

two seconds, she took Jessie’s phone and pressed it against

for three years.

She didn’t even cry when she gave him the divorce