It was nighttime at Sovereign Heights of Jiverton.

Two people sat facing each other in the spacious and bright living room. A divorce agreement lay between them. The man, wearing a well-pressed suit, had perfect facial features and an indifferent expression. His whole body exuded a strong sense of oppression.


His cold eyes fell on the silent girl opposite him, and his gaze was as dark as the midnight outside.

“We’ll get a divorce on Monday. Besides the compensation in the divorce agreement, you can ask for anything else you need,” Joshua Neal stated firmly, and his words were cold and his voice was low.

“Why so sudden?” Cynthia Yates’ voice was cold.

Joshua’s response was simple. “Jayleen is back.”

Cynthia knew who Jayleen was. After a short silence, she agreed, “Okay.”

Joshua paused, seemingly not expecting her to agree so readily.

Cynthia opened the divorce agreement, saw the densely packed words, and remembered her past with Joshua.

They had met at Jiverton’s Evening Club two years ago. Both of them were heartbroken. But luckily, they found solace in each other’s company over two glasses of wine. Their encounter was brief, without a one-night stand, and they parted ways after their drinks.

Three days later, Joshua showed up at her door with his personal assistant Mr. Cheyne to propose marriage.

She said yes.

After they married, he was kind, caring, and helpful. He would help her dry her hair after she washed it and would cook soup for her when she was sick.

six months ago, everything changed after he answered a phone call. He became indifferent and distant, and was no longer gentle.

pursed her lips and asked Joshua

“Yes,” Joshua answered concisely.

raised her eyes to

eyes, Joshua felt a pang of

was not too much, he would do his best to meet it. She had been kind to

the most expensive

“Done.”

in the

“Okay.”

of marriage has to be

Joshua, who had maintained a steady expression, finally shifted his gaze. While worrying that he had

see… Excluding your investments and financial management, your salary plus the company’s dividends during our two-year marriage is worth hundreds of millions. I don’t want too much. A quarter of it

her and

course, I’ll also share 40% of

his guilt was evaporating. He could not believe he had not realized that she loved money

looked up at him and asked seriously, “Can’t you do

Joshua

time you meet with your parents, just make sure they

expected this person

you want to talk to

replied, meeting his gaze. She knew he hated

dark and his expression was cold. “I’ll give you what you want, but if the divorce doesn’t

chair, while her piercing black and white

years of marriage, Cynthia had always been sensible, obedient, and

the villa, and the car. We’ll get a divorce on Monday,” Joshua responded with a

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