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.

was no longer gentle. That was the day she discovered that Joshua had married her and treated her

lips and asked Joshua calmly, “You said I can determine the

“Yes,” Joshua answered concisely.

fine?” Cynthia raised her eyes to meet his, her delicate facial features lacking their

felt a pang of

Cynthia’s request was not too much, he would do his best to meet it. She had been

I want the most

“Done.”

villa in the

“Okay.”

during our two years of marriage has

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

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

her

“Of course, I’ll also

and his guilt was evaporating. He could not believe he had not

and asked seriously,

Joshua

meet with your parents, just make sure they

aura cooled a bit, and his eyes narrowed like sharp knives. He had not expected this person to be such a hypocrite, pretending to be a nice and reasonable woman

to talk to

his gaze. She knew he hated threats more than anything, but she also

said, and his eyes was dark and his expression was cold. “I’ll give you what you want, but

chair, while her piercing black and white eyes was filled with

had never seen her like this before. In their two years of marriage, Cynthia had always been sensible, obedient, and gentle. She had never confronted him in such a

give you the money, the villa, and the car. We’ll get a divorce

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