Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 914 Calls Upon Calls

I observed the man in front of me as if I were watching a play. He embodied the typical heir. His expression left me somewhat stunned. His change of demeanor was also remarkably swift. At this moment, we only heard his voice, smooth and musical.

"Yvette, what made you think of me?" His smile was flattering. I wondered what kind of girl was on the other end.

The secretary's face had turned extremely unpleasant. She kept glancing at me with a forced smile. I could tell she was genuinely helpless, suffocating in frustration.

"Ms. Chloe, apologies for keeping you waiting. Mr. Jesse was negotiating a contract late into the night. So, today—"

She couldn't even finish her sentence.

The man didn't care about us. He was flirting over the phone. Eventually, they agreed to have lunch together, and only after ending the call did he reluctantly wave us over. Looking at the time on his phone, he gestured, "Come, come. Hurry up. There's no need for too much discussion. You've got the contract ready, right? Sign it quickly."

I stood up and walked over, sitting in front of his desk. The legal team handed him the prepared contract.

I extended it to him, saying, "Mr. Jesse, right? This is our contract. Take a closer look. There are some "

"There's no need to look through it. Haven't you all checked it already?" He waved dismissively. "You're being too cautious. Is it really necessary?"

Just then, his phone rang again. He glanced at it and answered with just one word, "Speak."

genuinely busy, but not with

constantly changing. At this moment,

raised the contract, but he hadn't taken his eyes

for quite a while before he finally said into the phone, "Enough already. Come to the bar tonight. But I won't be kind. I've been more than generous with you. I can give you money, but you better

vn of that

There's no

negotiation."

was this? A

at him. He hung up the phone and reached

without even looking, he flipped through the pages. I quickly added, "Mr. Jesse, it's better if

on the contract, and I held back my words, leaning back into the chair behind

Thankfully, this contract only

materials for a few small projects.

it seemed

company. Kwas confident that such a company wouldn't

the man in front of me

I'm paying you the fucking money, and this is how you handle things? Tell them not to mess around. They can use it if they want to.

pen, but his eyes were still on the phone in his hand. He swiped through it, dialed a