Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0070

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The rest of the ride straight to work was smooth. It was as if the universe was against Richie; there was no more traffic stop on the way.

In no time, I reached the company. The tires screeched noisily against the floor as I abruptly pressed my feet on the brake and parked clumsily. I looked around for the cops' car as I locked my own car but there weren't any of their cars around nor were the twinkling or sound of their red and blue light bars anywhere around

"Good, I'm on time," I muttered to myself and hurried inside. I ignored the greetings I got as I rushed to the elevator. I took the elevator and went to the floor where Richie's office was situated. As I rode there, I dialed the line of the head security.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Morning," I managed to answer his greeting and went straight to the reason why I had called him, "Right now, I want you to tightly guard all the exits and prevent Richie, the customer service department head, from going out of the premises if he ever tries to."

"Yes, ma'am."

I could already hear him barking orders to his

enough time

had pressed. I stepped out and rushed

office; Richie's big body almost concealed the lady beside him. The lady's skirt had rolled up and Richie's hand was placed on her bare thighs as he seemed to be murmuring something to her, his face inched closer to her by the

down as she stood before me while Richie ran his fingers through his hair as he walked back to his office

would sit down, "It's not what you think. I wasn't flirting with her." He pointed at her, "She's the one who is flirting with me. She

he? Despite the threats and reprimand, he still refused to detest from his promiscuous acts. Since I had been unable to make it to work due to Grace's health and the issues with

1. me.

above a whisper. Her lips trembled as she fiddled with her fingers, her head hung down, "I'm so sorry, I

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blabbering shut as I interrupted her. "Don't flirt