No Mercy, No Forgiveness

Chapter 197

I just need usage rights, name any price.”

Maureen never expected this person to be so generous without negotiating.

Since those songs were already non–exclusively licensed elsewhere, they weren’t worth much. She quoted a base price of ten million.

Soon, the money arrived.

Maureen could only keep thanking him.

Geoffrey stared at the meme she sent, frozen for ages, then impulsively asked: “May I ask if you’re married?”

Afraid Maureen might misunderstand and stop talking, he added:

“Your compositions feel like they hold stories.”

“Was married once, but divorced.”

Reading her reply, Geoffrey almost rushed next door to confront Maureen.

When did she divorce?

How could he not know?

His prolonged silence made Maureen assume his company had special requirements, like composers needing clean public images.

After all, she’d faced many bizarre companies while working solo.

Maureen immediately typed: “Rest assured, I have no vices and won’t court publicity.”

Seeing the new message alert, Geoffrey typed:

“If you hadn’t divorced, wouldn’t life be less stressful alone?”

With Gareth, she had two kids, yet he didn’t even cover her basic living expenses.

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to crawl into Maureen’s head to see what was going on

risking her life to raise

why the stranger asked that, but since they’d transferred money so readily,

So she kept chatting.

feel freer and happier after divorce. Less

mid–type reading

He typed stubbornly: “Why?

you not

figuring this unseen stranger deserved

chooses to leave marriage, it’s never

chest tightened. He drafted paragraphs

off now if there’s

Maureen’s message flashed.

closed their chat

alone pondering her words until needing air. Opening his door, he saw Maureen walking

Their eyes met.

Maureen instantly looked away.

made her awkward

her retreating

Absolutely heartless!

Maureen with long steps, stopping casually beside

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who

He deliberately emphasized “ex–husband.”

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the first time she’d heard

angled toward her, his

eyes, red lips parting:

hard done by, there’s nothing more I can

said it yourself–you’re

in danger, surely your help wasn’t purely out of

let Geoffrey mistake this for lingering

at her icy

“Where are you going?”

pressed her lips. “None

She hurried forward.

Geoffrey’s eyes as he watched her leave. His fist slammed against the