Divorce Time

Chapter 383

After Darleen left, Thorne turned to Vesta with a curious look, “Had a chat with Darleen?”

Vesta chuckled softly, “Yeah, I did.”

Judging by Darleen’s expression, it seemed like her patience with Charlene was wearing thin.

The whole mess between Neural Nexus Tech and PrimeStar, Darleen had known about it for a while. Stewart had given her a heads up. During their recent conversation, there hadn’t actually been a call interrupting her. Darleen had recorded the entire exchange with Vesta, and as she walked away, she sent the recording over to Stewart.

Stewart and Charlene were still at work. When Stewart listened to the recording, he grinned and headed over to Charlene’s office to share the news.

After hearing the details, Charlene leaned back in her chair, a confident smile on her face, “Looks like we’ve got this lawsuit in the bag.”

“Exactly,” Stewart replied.

a strategic move to corner Vesta into making a mistake. They wanted to push her into trying to stop the termination, hoping she’d trip up and give them the evidence they needed.

tried to reach out to the Ross family or Stewart’s side to achieve her goal, there was a good chance she’d slip up or cause further rifts, handing them just the leverage they needed for the

to apologizing and showing genuine intent to cooperate, their case against her might not be so strong. Even if they managed to break the

The initial conflict was Vesta’s fault, and now she was painting the narrative that Charlene was manipulating Stewart due to some personal vendetta. Charlene was a key tech.figure at PrimeStar and a crucial part of the Neural Nexus project. Vesta’s disrespect for

detail. If it got to that point, Vesta might find herself more worried about their personal issues going public than the contract itself. Under such pressure, she might just agree to terminate the

grin widened at

was Jasmine Henderson calling. Jasmine had already called earlier that morning, but Charlene hadn’t picked up. Tomorrow was Jasmine’s big fencing competition, and she was likely calling

mind, preferring the company of Thorne and Vesta instead. It wouldn’t be the first time. With a sigh, Charlene

the unanswered calls, sat curled up on the couch with a forlorn expression, clutching a plush toy. When Thorne walked in that evening,

with the toy’s floppy

for a moment, waiting for her to make a decision. After a

you and Ms. Hawkins come to the competition tomorrow?”

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