Sylvia wasn't asking for a divorce. It was more like she had declared war against Preston.

Preston was a money-grubber. His employees thought that he would hit the roof and go on a rampage.

To their surprise, he simply gave a cold reply. "Got it," he said before leaving everyone and heading upstairs.

This level of calmness was unusual. This peculiar response made them shudder and sent chills down their spine.

Preston had just got into his empty room when he received a call from Sylvia.

"Mr. Preston, you've been discharged from the hospital, and you're about to emigrate overseas to enjoy your later years. Isn't it about time to put the pedal to the metal and get the divorce settled?"

Sylvia spoke with sarcasm. Every word of hers was choking him. "There's no meaning in dragging it on. The longer you put it off, the more likely I am to blurt something out of my mouth. If I ended up spewing some nonsense, wouldn't that just add to your predicament?"

tea table. He had no expression on his face. He started carving on the

never ill-treated you all these years after you married into the Harper family. I didn't intend for

feelings for you. Could we rethink the divorce agreement? You're taking away almost every single thing I have. At the end of the

power. You're just a useless man. You're lucky that you still have air in your lungs. Dignity is a luxury.

have never looked me in the eye. You've only treated

on me for being unable to conceive. Cornelius looked down on me, and the plutocrat ladies in

a Harper, I wouldn't have married you! Without the Harper

you still refuse to sign the papers, I will go to Cornelius and reason with him. Don't

The call ended.

as

calmly. He dialed the number of his trusted secretary,

tonight. We're going to see Cornelius before we leave. This will be

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