In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Chapter 31 Calm Down or Communicate

Three days later, both parties’ lawyers were gathered at City Hall for the procedure. Grace and Benjamin were there on time.

When they got the forms, Grace filled them in quickly and without hesitation. In contrast, Benjamin hadn’t even started.

She gave him a side-eye and said emotionlessly, “I’m a busy woman, Mr. Hawkins.”

Benjamin’s face fell when she rushed him, and he finally started filling in the forms. When they were done, they handed them to the staff member through the window.

“Wait,” Benjamin suddenly said as the female staff member was about to stamp the divorce certificate, making her stop.

She had never thought that the first couple she would have to deal with today would be the president of Hawkins Group and his secretary.

At first, she had thought that they had fallen in love and come to get married, but this was even more shocking. They were getting a divorce!

Benjamin turned to Grace and asked in the same high and mighty tone he had always used with her, “Are you sure?”

The way she had demanded a divorce and left just like that, all the money she had made him spend in Darai, and the suffering she had caused Yvonne …

if she relented now. He was willing to give her

predictable.” Grace raised an eyebrow at him,

think I’m just messing

on his chest when he saw her determination. It felt like his heart was being dragged

that the two of them had barely sat down and talked. At that thought, his

give you time to calm down and discuss our

“I’ve seen how much you’ve done for Hawkins Group

welcome in my home

he was implying. He didn’t want Grace to divorce

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gaze and scoffed, “There’s no

and soul, but you never saw that. And now you’re trying to make things

Yvonne’s already so far along in her pregnancy. What do you want her to do?

mistress?”

Yvonne.” Something flashed in Benjamin’s

Grace was speechless.

Yet this man still thought he was the

What a narcissistic pig!

because you’re sweet-talking me. Quit dreaming, Mr. Hawkins.” The contempt

the repeated mockery. His face fell even further, and