Divorce Time

Chapter 219

Kelvin leaned back in his chair, considering York’s suggestion. “Why don’t you try talking to Stewart? You two have a bit of a rapport, right?”

York shrugged, uncertain. “I could, but I doubt Stewart would listen.”

From the moment Charlene agreed to swap dance partners at the gala, York had sensed that her relationship with Stewart was more complicated than it seemed. They weren’t dating, that much was clear, but Stewart definitely had a soft spot for her.

York doubted that even if he managed to smooth things over between Dalton and Stewart, it would lead to Stewart agreeing to collaborate with Dalton.

Kelvin sighed, “So, I guess we need to approach Ms. Ross instead? We barely know anything about her. Should we dig up some info?”

Dalton shook his head. “Nah, it’s not worth the effort. I’ll just reach out to my father later.”

York immediately caught on. “You mean Mr. Wagner?”

“Exactly.”

Stewart was one of Kenton’s mentees, and Dalton was sure that if Kenton had a word with him, Stewart would come around.

to call Abelard. But to his surprise, Abelard beat him to it with a call, getting straight to the point, “How’s the

I was actually hoping to get your

“Why’s that?”

managed to annoy one of PrimeStar’s techies, and Stewart’s got a

interrupted, “What’s the techie’s name?”

guard, Dalton replied

Abelard. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Dalton. Messing with a key player before the deal is even

Charlene wasn’t as crucial as Abelard seemed to think, just someone with a special connection to Stewart. But

handle this for you,” Abelard said.

help but grin,

“…You shameless brat.”

believed he could land the PrimeStar project on his own merits. To him, personal grudges were just small irritations. If he could

soon, but now I think I’ll pass. Seeing

matter of Charlene was something he chose to leave unspoken. After all, having everything too easy in life wasn’t always a blessing.

from her computer screen at the ringing phone, recognizing

“You’re always on the ball, Charlene. I’m