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 …

all that if she relented now. He was willing to

an eyebrow at him, mockery

you still think I’m just messing

chest when he saw her determination. It felt like his heart was being dragged down by a feeling he

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

you time to calm down and discuss

much you’ve done for Hawkins Group during the

changed my mind. You’re always welcome in my

implying. He didn’t want Grace to divorce or quit

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looked right into Benjamin’s cold gaze and scoffed, “There’s no need

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

her pregnancy. What do you want her to do? Be

mistress?”

can deal with Yvonne.”

Grace was speechless.

stamped. Yet this man still thought he

What a narcissistic pig!

think that I’ll go back to being your slave just because you’re sweet-talking me. Quit dreaming, Mr. Hawkins.” The contempt in

mockery. His face fell even further, and he