Sweet Divorce

Liam was surprising Rita today. She couldn’t resist the urge to glance at him some more.

Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt that she wasn’t the only one who had changed.

He seemed to have changed as well.

Not as cold as before, a little more talkative.

“What, is there anything on my face?” Maybe she’d lapsed off for too long. Liam’s voice rang out in her ear.

Rita put the rose down and picked up her bag. “I’ve got something important to take care of.”

She’d agreed on three days with Jason, and today was the first.

If she even didn’t go to school, she also have no time to waste.

She had to take control of the situation, or she wouldn’t make it in time.

Looking at her silhouette hurrying away, Liam’s bright eyes dimmed slightly.

Zoe saw his depressed state for what it was.

She looked at the independent girl in the distance and chuckled as she turned to the man before her. “That Rita… don’t mind her, Liam. I’ve spoiled her out of manners.”

“It’s fine.”

The man took a sip of porridge and froze.

This taste… seemed to be Rita’s work.

He raised his eyes to gaze at a mild-tempered Zoe, “This porridge is great. Did you make it?”

“Not me. Rita did.”

It really was her.

He lowered his head and took another sip. The nostalgic flavor spread across his taste buds and lifted the corners of his mouth into an uncontrollable smile.

The sensation was like a small child finally tasting a long-desired piece of candy. The happiness in his heart was practically spilling out.

Maybe he’d just gone too long without having the porridge she made, but he downed the full thing in one sitting.

Didn’t leave a single speck of grain at the bottom.

After Rita left, Zoe kept Liam around for a long chat.

Mostly funny stories, like how Rita messed around climbing walls and trees when she was little.

“Look here, Liam. This box is full of pictures of when she was small. That skinhead cut makes her look like a boy, ha.”

Liam’s dark eyes scanned the photographs inside, but fell focused on a dairy.

There was a sketched design of a small mansion inside when he picked it up and opened it.

On the bottommost of the yellowed drawing paper was a line written in an elegant hand-

“No regrets now that the path is chosen.”

With a date marked alongside it.

Wasn’t that the day they’d gotten engaged?

He still remembered when the old man had discussed the matter of their bridal home.

The old man had allowed her to choose the location, design and layout of the bridal home in the spirit of the occasion. Rita had been overjoyed then. It was just that later on, he’d picked the house they had now of his own volition.

This sketch must have been the bridal home she’d designed back then. A place just for the two of them.

Looking at the drawing, Liam fell deep into thought.

It was a long time before he put the drawing away, left the Brown household and drove straight to the F City bay area.

“Whew… what’s the rush to get me out here, Liam?” Jacob panted, looking at the tall man in front of him. “I haven’t even eaten lunch yet. It’s your treat!”

pointed towards the bay area, where the clear coastline shimmered with a sapphire hue,

blinked, confused. What was this

want the land rights to the bay area in five

corner of Jacob’s mouth

Five days?

the rights to this entire

How was that possible.

as well tell me to go steal it outright. I’d have

is it too much to ask?” Liam shot a look at Jacob and

had finally listened to his conscience

rather dully, “Yeah, it’s too much. Way too much. I can’t get

“Okay… four days, then.”

Liam would give him a few more days

I don’t see a certificate in four

Liam the Fascist!

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had passed

was clearly

girly. If we still don’t act, it’ll be the third day tomorrow. By then, the company will

raised her

confusion, she added mildly, “My name. You can call

Rita Brown?

her surname was

she somehow related to the Brown

but he was sure of it soon

related to

large stockholder of the Group. Someone from the family could get into the company with just a word

Brown, our time’s coming up soon, so shouldn’t we do something?” Nathan

a casual sip of juice and

done for if they sat

didn’t say anything, and passed Nathan her phone, where a video was playing. “You know how Bella Colt’s husband Raymond is going to have a press conference

“Yeah.”

Of course Nathan knew.

topic who came up on

in the morning, but

bit of public declaration over how he was

will be held in the office buildings next door,” Rita said, glancing at the building opposite theirs. Right

got to do

lightly, then got up and walked towards

about the girl before him, but didn’t dare

she was all he

had gone mad putting his fate

find that the best thing he’d done all his

put on a mask, and blended into the buzzing

it, Nathan was actually the most innocent victim

the past, Raymond and Bella’s marriage had long since fallen apart. It had only been maintained up to this

of them had

Raymond’s rising popularity, he wanted the autonomy that a divorce would net

wanted evidence to get Bella to back out of the marriage while leaving all of the assets

herself, Bella had gone and accused Nathan of

in the past life, the couple had

but were united in their testimony

thought that their negotiation would be recorded by

only wanted to

the recording, and the

wanted to clear Nathan’s name, what she had to

into the press crew. She wanted a chance to get close to that girl, then plant

sneak into Raymond’s dressing

move this stuff… don’t look around,

Rita was looking about for opportunities,

Sharpe, manager for the press conference today. “Yeah, you.

that, Rita’s

looking for a

she could get

the clothes and makeup kit, and went

barely a few steps out when Winston