His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Casper offered her an extra million-wasn't that a given? Eliza wouldn't appreciate it anyway.

In Welton International, Casper sat by the large bay window, his gaze distant and lost, the cigarette in his fingers burning dangerously close to his skin.

Dillon knocked and entered, "Mr. Casper."

Casper finally stubbed out the untouched cigarette. "Is it ready?"

"The divorce agreement is drafted. As you requested, a villa in the southern district, twenty million in cash. Please, have a look." Dillon handed over the divorce papers to Casper. "Additionally, there's the matter of Rose's medical expenses. The hospital bills are nearing a million; this..."

"I'll cover those expenses until she recovers."

Dillon nodded. "Understood."

Eliza received the divorce papers. He hadn't given her much. He hadn't intended to give her much.

"That'll do."

hand, and Dillon quickly handed him a pen. Casper

Eliza is

his head and lit another cigarette, but he didn't smoke it; he

and placed it on his desk. "Alright, Mr.

a

work, it was just more work. He had lived so fully the past year solely because of vengeful obsession. He didn't know if it was for Nova or just revenge for

messages and then erased them, wrote more, and then deleted

nothing. His

scrolled the screen, opening

him and his grandfather. They were candid shots taken by his secretary at home and

an album locked with a password, containing two

was his wedding photo with Eliza. She had on an old wedding dress that many had worn and was smiling happily, and Casper looked unhappy with

a candid shot he took. In the photo, a girl wore a cap and a mask. Her ponytail was tied high, and she was smiling, her eyes shaped like crescents as she waved goodbye to him. He could no longer distinguish whether

but had

cautiously probing, "How's Mr. Casper's mood? I won't be walking into a storm,

one's mood would be great."