The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

When Seth heard from the bodyguard that Tasha was willing to divorce, he rushed back to Sugden from Seacisco that weekend.

It had been a month since the last time they met. Tasha was wearing a tight dress today. Her limbs were still slender, but her belly looked a little more round. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she looked very haggard.

But Seth didn’t give a damn about her; he just cared about the health of the baby in Tasha’s belly.

After all, he had no feelings for the baby’s mother. As the eldest Lester child in his generation, he shouldered the responsibility of carrying on the family name. Seth wouldn’t have even gotten married if it weren’t for this responsibility. In his opinion, marriage was nothing but troublesome, and he would lose some of his assets if he divorced his wife–just like what was happening now.

“I’ve brought my lawyer here. If all goes well, we can draw up a divorce agreement now.” Seth sat on the sofa leisurely, looking very arrogant.

The lawyer stood behind him, with a thick wad of documents in his hand. It seemed that he had prepared for this long before they came here.

Tasha sneered with disdain. “No problem.”

She glanced at the lawyer and said in a relaxed tone, “I don’t want any shares in your company. It’s too troublesome. I just want money. I want a third of your estate—all your cars, antiques, jewelry, and so on should belong to me. Lastly, I want five hundred million in cash.”

Seth’s nostrils flared. “That’s a bit too much, don’t you think? You haven’t contributed a cent to this family, yet you want to rob me blind.”
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