Chapter 1

It was nighttime at Sovereign Heights of Jiverton.

Two people sat facing each other in the spacious and bright living room. A divorce agreement lay between them. The man, wearing a well-pressed suit, had perfect facial features and an indifferent expression. His whole body exuded a strong sense of oppression.

His cold eyes fell on the silent girl opposite him, and his gaze was as dark as the midnight outside.

“We’ll get a divorce on Monday. Besides the compensation in the divorce agreement, you can ask for anything else you need,” Joshua Neal stated firmly, and his words were cold and his voice was low.

“Why so sudden?” Cynthia Yates’ voice was cold.

Joshua’s response was simple. “Jayleen is back.”

Cynthia knew who Jayleen was. After a short silence, she agreed, “Okay.”

Joshua paused, seemingly not expecting her to agree so readily.

Cynthia opened the divorce agreement, saw the densely packed words, and remembered her past with Joshua.

They had met at Jiverton’s Evening Club two years ago. Both of them were heartbroken. But luckily, they found solace in each other’s company over two glasses of wine. Their encounter was brief, without a one-night stand, and they parted ways after their drinks.

Three days later, Joshua showed up at her door with his personal assistant Mr. Cheyne to propose marriage.

She said yes.

and helpful. He would help her dry her hair after she washed it and

no longer gentle. That was the day she discovered that Joshua

lips and asked Joshua calmly, “You said I

“Yes,” Joshua answered concisely.

eyes to meet his, her delicate

Joshua felt a pang

As long as Cynthia’s request was not too much, he would do his

most expensive supercar

“Done.”

villa in

“Okay.”

our two years of marriage has to be split

Joshua, who had maintained a steady expression, finally shifted his gaze.

spouses. Let me see… Excluding your investments and financial management, your salary plus the company’s dividends during our two-year marriage is worth hundreds of millions. I don’t want

her

also share 40% of your

could not believe

looked up at him and

course not!” Joshua

“Next time you meet with your parents, just make sure they know about

sharp knives. He had not expected this person to be such a hypocrite, pretending to be

you sure you want to talk to me

hated threats more than anything, but

“I’ll give you what you want,

me?” Cynthia leaned back in her chair,

two years of marriage, Cynthia had always been sensible, obedient, and gentle. She had never confronted him in

you the money, the villa, and the car. We’ll get a divorce on Monday,” Joshua responded with a thin and

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