Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

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"These documents need to be archived. Some include classic case studies I found overseas, Yasmine explained.

"Alright," Abel said, rubbing his forehead. He stood up and gathered the papers from the table.

Abel was such an honest and serious man that Yasmine still felt neasy and asked nervously, "Abel, is something bothering you?"

"I'm fine, really."

Yasmine left the office, not entirely convinced but aware she had other things to handle.

As school let out in the afternoon, a big crowd gathered at the gate. Curious, Yasmine and Yoselin pushed their way through to see what was happening. To their surprise, they found Abel at the center, surrounded by people. Across from him stood a woman with a child in her arms.

Abel's face was pale with anger as the woman cried out, "How did a jerk like you become a university professor? You even ignore your own child! Tell me who that mistress of yours is!" she demanded.

Lost in puzzlement, Yasmine felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she realized it was Winston. "Abel sure is having a tough time," he commented out of the blue.

Yoselin, still confused, asked, "Mr. White, what's happening here"

"Didn't you hear what that woman was shouting?" Winston responded.

Yoselin nodded. She had indeed heard the harsh words about affairs and mistresses, but she couldn't believe Abel was that kind of person.

Yasmine spoke up, "Mr. White, I really don't think Abel would do something like that. Even though I haven't worked with him long, spending just a little time with him was enough to show me he's not that kind of person."

he was always careful to avoid any misunderstandings. During lunch, he'd make sure to sit far from the female teachers clearly not someone

finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with fatigue, "Just leave, don't stir up trouble here. We're all teachers. I've sent you my entire paycheck for this month; I really don't have more money to give you." This weariness

excuses. I want the money. Give me the 65 thousand, not a

stop making a scene at my workplace. I gave you the house and car; where am I supposed to get 65 thousand?" Abel's face was flushed with anger, trying

thing, but don't think for a minute that you can just neglect your child and me," the woman

started, but couldn't finish what he

off, clearly fearful Abel might spill the

tension between them, Winston quickly called security to get the woman out. Within minutes, she was escorted away, leaving Abel to sigh deeply as he headed back

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her child, slip into an alley. Curious, she followed. Through a gap, she saw a man approach the woman and gently drape an arm over her shoulder She leaned in, trying to catch what was being said, but the distance made it hard to hear anything but snippets. The man called out to her, "Did you manage to get the money?" "No, he refused to give it to me, no matter what. I even went to his school, thinking he might be intimidated, but he really doesn't have any

time, it's fine. Next time, be even harsher, and if necessary, send the kid," the

stayed calm, "Aren't you worried

get the money, we can take off. If

the distance, Yasmine's anger surged for Abel. She knew they wouldn't back down without getting what they

day. At that moment, Irene was hosting a press conference for the White Group, swamped with media reporters eager to cover anything about the prestigious White family. Irene was seated confidently at the head of the

that the White Group stole design sketches from the Sanchez Group. What's your response to

just baseless rumors; wise people won't buy into them. The White Group would never engage in anything so underhanded," Irene replied with a serene

it to the microphone. You could hear a pin drop in the

the White Group? Are you acquainted with Irene?" Yasmine inquired. "That's not your issue... Who left the document in the room? I simply walked in

comments and captured every

the reporter with a strained look, her hands