Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon

Chapter 18

Felicia cleared her throat when Vespera remained silent. "7:00 pm. If you don't show up, we'll stick with the original ten million settlement."

She didn't wait for a reply and hung up.

Vespera lowered the phone from her ear, staring at the screen in thought.

Rebecca's words echoed in her mind. She wondered if Felicia was really trying to stir up trouble even in these final days.

She and Felicia had always been distant, never getting along. From the very beginning, Felicia had looked down on her background and tried to interfere with their relationship.

Even after they got married, she refused to let Vespera move into the Munoz residence for four years. During holidays, whenever Vespera visited for dinner, Felicia never missed a chance to throw in sharp remarks and cut insults.

But aside from that, Felicia had never truly done anything extreme.

This meeting was likely just another intimidation tactic-a final warning to make sure Vespera wouldn't change her mind, along with handling the last bits of the settlement agreement.

She had been debating whether to go or not. An hour later, Raymond sent her another message. "Ms. Gildon, what do you think?"

Vespera pressed her lips together. She hadn't expected him to follow up so soon.

If not for the fact that it would be rude, she would have just given the suit to the property manager and had them deliver it upstairs. After all, Dominic lived right above her.

After some thought, she decided that ignoring the message wasn't a good idea. Offending Dominic wouldn't benefit her in any way.

Maybe she should return the suit and use the opportunity to meet Felicia as well. With that in mind, she replied, "Sure. What time works for you?"

Raymond's reply came quickly. "8:00 pm."

Vespera applied light makeup and changed into fresh clothes before heading to her parents' house.

Luke showing up at her community the other day had made her realize he had people following her. Over the past few days, she had also noticed a suspicious car parked outside the villa. That only confirmed her suspicions.

She had barely driven out of the community when Luke's call came through. "Taking an afternoon nap?"

She scoffed internally. He was setting a trap for her.

She said coldly, "I'm driving. Heading to my parents' place."

"Give your dad the suit?"

"Yeah."

glanced at the neatly folded suit on her

wasn't lying. He hung up without another word but also gave the

community where her parents

wasn't home, and her mother, Wanda Hall, looked surprised to see her at this hour. "Not working

cold," Vespera said, touching her throat and even

lost so much weight. Is Luke treating you badly?" Wanda

and her mother had always shared a quiet understanding. No matter how well she tried to

I'll

Wanda didn't respond.

changed the subject, chatting with her mother about other things. She had no plans to tell them about the divorce until everything was settled. There was no need

a fresh outfit and

be staying the night

before slipping out of the community, right under the watchful eyes of whoever

...

just before 7:00 pm. The exterior had a classic, old-world charm, while the interior exuded

suit at the front desk, then called Felicia to let her

maze of hallways before stopping in front

dimly lit with a subtle fragrance lingering in the air-a blend of jasmine and

a subtle ombre effect, exuding an air of refined elegance as she

lifted her chin slightly.

the compensation agreement? Where is

for small talk. She sat down and got straight to the

smiled faintly. "What's the rush? Have

arched a

tea in front of her, picked up the cup, and inspected it carefully. "You didn't poison this,

short, amused scoff.

and pushed

laugh, looking exasperated. She was about to scoff again. "Just what I'd expect from someone with

could finish. "Oh, please. If you're about to start the same old speech about my background, save it. Don't you ever get tired? If you're here to handle business, then let's handle it

time."

darkened. She slid the contract across the

up and flipped

a compensation agreement-one page would

out into ten, filled with pointless jargon.

she set it down, her expression unreadable. "I'll need to review this with my lawyer. I'll give you

an issue, tell me now.

I ask for revisions, would you agree to them? How about I draft a new version

to

could make changes for me? Now you're saying it has to be your way. Which is