Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Now that he heard Tina saying that it was Quentin’s heart, Toby realized that something was wrong, which was why he specifically asked for the date of Quentin’s accident—September 10. As he had undergone the heart transplant on the 14th, there was a difference of 3 days in which Quentin had not died yet. Toby was suspicious as to why Quentin was involved in an accident at the exact time when he needed a heart. Not to mention, it was too coincidental that the man’s heart was a suitable match with his. There must be something wrong here! When Tom thought of it, he took a cold breath and added, “President Fuller, could it be that Tina did something to Quentin?” “I don’t know, so the next task for you is to investigate his death and find out whether it was an accident or murder.”

Toby rubbed his temples. “In addition, ask Miles whether he knows that I have received his brother’s heart. “Alright!” Tom nodded in response. Soon, they arrived at Paradigm Co., afterwhich Toby got out of the car and walked into the lobby. On the top floor, Daphne knocked on Sonia’s office door. Sonia was in the midst of her discussion with Charles about the next quarter’s shipments when she heard the knock. Then, she responded, “Come in!” The moment Daphne pushed the door and she saw him there, her eyes brightened for a split second before she returned to her usual business-like approach and walked to Sonia’s desk. “President Reed, President Fuller wants to see you.” “Who?!”

Before Sonia could say anything, Charles exploded in a fit of rage and asked with a furious expression, “Who did you just say wants to see my baby?” “President Fuller of the Fuller Group,” Daphne replied. He slammed the table. “Crap, what is he doing here?” Sonia also looked at Daphne, but Daphne shook her head. “I don’t know the exact reason either. The answer from the receptionist is that President Fuller has something to say to President Reed.” “Hmph, it’s definitely not anything good. Baby, you mustn’t fall for it,” Charles hurriedly advised. Sonia smiled. “Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Upon saying that, she turned her gaze back to Daphne. “Tell him that I won’t see him!” “Okay.”

“Baby, well done! Come, let me give you a kiss!” He puckered his lips and attempted to kiss her on the cheeks.” Sonia rolled her eyes and slapped him. “Behave yourself!” However, Charles simply touched his face and laughed. Daphne, who was still in the room, saw the interaction between Charles and Sonia, which caused her expression to darken. She smiled bitterly as she pushed the door and walked out, not wanting to look anymore. Since she could not have what she wanted, she would only feel worse by watching

want to see you.” “President Fuller, I have really guessed it,” Tom said to Toby with a grin. When Toby coldly glanced at him, his grin immediately disappeared before he made a zipping motion to his mouth, indicating that he would not say anything. It was only then when Toby turned his head around and walked toward the elevator. When the receptionist saw this, she froze for a moment before she gave chase. “President Fuller,

Reed would go against President Fuller for their sake. As he seemed to know what the receptionist was worried about, Tom pushed his glasses up his nose bridge before he smiled. “Don’t worry, we’re the ones who forced our way up and it’s not like you didn’t try to stop us. Miss Reed will not blame you.” After saying that, he hurried toward Toby and they arrived at Sonia’s

she asked for the person to come in. When Toby heard her voice, his eyebrows eased and he pushed the door open. At that moment, Sonia was handing a document to Charles. Then, she raised her head, ready to ask Daphne what had happened again. However, she was shocked to see Toby standing there. Her eyebrows knitted as she asked, “Why did you come?” “Who is it?” Charles also lifted his head from the file and took a look. When he saw Toby, his expression instantly sank. “Fuller,

drag me out? Why don’t you just shove it up your—” Before he could even finish his sentence, Tom had clamped his hands from behind. Then, Tom began to drag Charles toward the door with a smile as he coaxed, “Stop making a scene, Mr. Lane. Why don’t we head out first?” “F*ck, who’s making a