Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Chapter 226: Are You Satisfied Now?

Walker Grant’s sharp brows furrowed. "Chloe, I did what you said. Why aren’t you happy?"

Chloe Reed let out two perfunctory laughs. "Oh, I’m thrilled."

The next second, her smile vanished. "Are you satisfied now?"

Walker Grant’s handsome face immediately darkened.

Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from Dylan Finch.

"Speak."

Dylan Finch immediately picked up on the cold irritation in his voice. He swallowed nervously and said, "Mr. Grant, the international conference call starts in ten minutes."

Walker Grant hung up without another word.

Chloe Reed had already taken her script and gone to the conference room.

Her indifference and mockery left him feeling incredibly agitated.

He turned and left.

Kyle Coleman’s brows furrowed slightly as he watched Chloe Reed walk in with a sullen look on her face. "You seem off."

"I’m fine," Chloe Reed said. She glanced at the rest of the script and estimated there was about a month of work left.

Kyle Coleman was stern. "Don’t bring personal feelings into your work. We can’t have it affecting your voice."

"Yeah, I know."

meeting, she went into

she came

the breakroom, made a glass of lemonade, and

work, she went straight to the mall, bought some household supplies, and had them delivered to

office and gave them the name and phone number

assured, ma’am. This person will absolutely not be allowed into the

Reed’s lips curved into a smile.

job, ma’am!" the

carried her purchases back

every move was being watched by hidden bodyguards, who

stared at the stream of messages on his

the oppressive atmosphere and quickly

and asked, "Do you own

Monroe looked blank for a moment, trying to recall. He owned

had little patience and simply stared

his hands. "Ah, I remember! I have a

"Transfer it to me,"

Grant said in

the sudden interest in a house

your pick of any

"Deal!"

immediately dropped his objections. His eyes sparkled as he was already imagining which car he would

Walker’s garage

Grant turned off his phone, his thin lips curling into a