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.

the contract wasn’t just about cutting ties with Neural Nexus Tech; it was 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

out to the Ross family or Stewart’s side to achieve her goal, there was a good chance she’d slip up or

stumble. If she’d just stuck to apologizing and showing genuine intent to cooperate, their

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

got to that point, Vesta might find herself more worried about

grin widened at the

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 to confirm whether Charlene could come along.

It wouldn’t be the first time. With a sigh, Charlene decided not to answer, opting to finish her work

on the couch with a forlorn expression, clutching a plush toy. When Thorne walked in that evening, he immediately sensed something was off. “Did Mom not pick up again,

toy’s

her to make a decision. After a pause,

Ms. Hawkins come to the competition tomorrow?” Thorne smiled warmly, “Of

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