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

Chapter 1097

Mitch was about to have a mental breakdown due to such a result as he was filled with deep remorse.

He should not have been greedy back then. Instead, he should have thought more about the importance of Sonia's position in Toby's heart.

If he had done so, maybe he wouldn't be in such a situation today.

"President Fuller, I'm pleading with you to let me go. I know I'm in the wrong. Sobs…" Mitch's tears were extremely pitiful.

It was so pitiful that people could cry along with him.

Unfortunately, the person who suffered injustice was Sonia, so Toby couldn't be softhearted.

Sonia opened her red lips and coldly responded, "It's only now that you realize your mistakes. Then, when you helped Lynette to mess with me, have you ever thought about my ending if Toby didn't know that I'll never cheat on him? Oh, I've said it wrongly. It's obvious you never thought about it because you were greedy and only cared for money. That was why you couldn't care about the lives of others. Since that's the case, then why should we care about you? It's your own fault that you're in such a situation. There's no use in pleading with anyone, although you can beg the culprit who did this."

"L-Lynette Lore?" A name slipped out from Mitch's hoarse throat.

Toby was noncommittal as he added, "Didn't she say that she can protect you? Since you're in such a situation, you should look for her. Come, let's go." Once he said those words, he looked at the woman in his embrace.

Sonia hummed in agreement.

Both of them didn't spare Mitch another glance as they turned to leave.

On the other hand, Mitch did not continue to plead with them for mercy or forgiveness. Deep in his heart, he was aware that no matter how he begged them, they would never let him off the hook.

Since that was the case, it was better to follow their suggestion and search for Lynette instead.

Lynette, that b*tch, was the one who caused his downfall, so he couldn't wait to lay his hands on her. She even swore that nothing would go wrong and that I would be alright. Since something has indeed happened, she could still bail me out with her grandfather's connections to President Fuller.

As such, she should keep to her promise.

Moreover, even if Toby attacked the Lore Family, they would still be more affluent than the average family. Will I have such an ability? Just you wait. When I'm released, I'll definitely look for a way to get even with you, Lynette Lore!

As he thought about this, Mitch had a twisted expression as viciousness swam in his eyes. "I want to make a phone call," he requested as he lifted his jiggly neck to look at Officer Chase.

Since Mitch was not an accused awaiting trial, he still had the right to communicate with the outside world.

That was why Officer Chase accepted Mitch's request and made the necessary arrangements.

Soon enough, Mitch was brought to the telephone at the precinct since he couldn't use his own cell phone to contact anyone. He only had access to the phone in the police station.

Therefore, the police helped him to search for Lynette's phone number on his cell phone, after which he made the call.

Although the phone call was connected, it took a while for a drowsy female voice to answer. "Hello?"

There was still a trace of dissatisfaction and arrogance in her tone.

Evidently, the woman grew up in a pampered environment, which led to her spoiled behavior.

When Mitch heard Lynette's voice, his face twisted into a nasty snarl consumed by hate since he was held on remand and ran the risk of imprisonment.

Yet, this woman was still enjoying her beauty sleep.

The extreme imbalance of their situation caused his breathing to become heavier while his bloody eyes, the size of beans, shot open. It was enough to frighten those around him.

Despite that, Mitch was from the media industry, so his ability to be crafty was on full display via this phone call.

Even if he had a distorted expression and held deep loathing for the woman, his voice didn't reflect his feelings. "Miss Lore, it's me."

Officer Chase couldn't help but salute the man for his talents when he heard Mitch's tone.

"You? Who?"

On the other end of the phone line was someone abroad.

At the moment, the sky was rather gloomy somewhere abroad, even though it was around 5.00AM to 6.00AM.

The woman dressed in her pajamas held her phone with one hand and raised the other hand to stretch herself. Then, she leaned on the headboard with a sigh and asked in dissatisfaction.

She did not have a charming, mature look; instead, she had an adorable aura—a round, chubby face, a pair of big eyes, a small nose bridge, and thin lips on top of a petite figure that even her sleepwear couldn't hide.

It was a typical description of a Lolita.

Even though she looked petite, she resembled an underaged high school student.

In actual fact, this woman was already past 25.

She was the granddaughter of Harry—Lynette Lore.

Regrettably, that didn't charm Mitch because when he noticed Lynette couldn't even recognize his voice, he gritted his teeth before adopting a colder tone. "Me, as in the editor of Squirrel Media."

When she heard that it was Mitch, the yawning Lynette finally remembered who he was. She was momentarily stunned before she became impatient. "It's you? Why are you calling me? Don't forget, and it's not even sunrise here. Aren't you worried that I'll be angry at you for disturbing my sleep?"

As she spoke, she was a living example of what it means to be prideful and self-centered.

If it were in the past, Mitch would suppress his hatred for such arrogance and coax her instead.