Life at the Top

“I don’t want you to regret this,” Jasper spoke.

Celine reached out to loop her arms around Jasper’s neck and chuckled. “Do I look like someone who’s going to regret it?”

“Have you two divorced?” Jasper asked in a serious tone.

Celine chuckled. “Why? Isn’t adultery always more exciting to you men?”

After the entire trip over, Jasper had more or less sobered up. He replied, “This is a moral issue. I have no interest in involving myself with other people’s marriage.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Seeing how serious Jasper looked, Celine pointed at the purse she had thrown by the bed and said, “Open the zipper on the outside and you should see a compartment. Take out what’s inside.”

Jasper got up and did as Celine told. There was a very thin piece of paper in the compartment and Jasper was shocked when he looked up to find that it was a divorce agreement.

“He and I divorced last month. Do you remember my former secretary who was always at odds with you? She was one of the people he sent over to keep an eye on me. If it weren’t for the divorce, how could he not have rushed over to look for me when I got rid of her?”

Celine sat up on the bed calmly.

for the sake of our

anyway. He’s taken every single cent of

asked, “Is it okay to divorce in secret if

wrong with that?” Celine grew calmer as if she was talking

wife in name. He married me for my status and had another puppet he could control. I only agreed for the sake of my family. My father left me 15% of the family’s shares before he passed but Wharton took that too. All that’s left is me as a person while he’s

then, someone knocked

rather rushed knocks betrayed his anger and

assuming that it was some foolish

Jasper got up

to the point

felt then was something soft and plump underneath him. An indescribable scent enveloped his body with the

same time, Celine opened her mouth and

room door and drifted into Wharton’s

froze in mid-air as he prepared

he curled his fingers and balled them into a fist. He did not knock

Jasper directly and frankly,