The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 795

“Let’s get a divorce”

Keira’s mind went blank

She looked down at the papers in front of her, dumbstruck for a while. Then she shook her head, “No… I won’t agree to that.”

Suddenly she flared up, knocking the papers out of Lance’s hand

“No” Why are you asking for a divorce? Are you planning to go back to Chloe? You’re gonna marry her, aren’t you?! I refuse

Lance watched her outburst in silence, then let out a bitter laugh.

“Go back to her? What right do I have now? There’s no way she’d take me back…”

He knew the moment he chose Keira, he was removed from Chloe’s heart. He stooped to pick up the papers from the ground and handed them to her

“Take it. The Olson Group will soon no longer belong to our family Take what you can while I still have something to give. Otherwise, in a few days, I won’t be able to give you anything.”

Keira was taken aback, “What do you mean?”

Seeing Keira’s even more devastated expression, Lance felt a wave of sadness.

“She said she would always love you, right? Why not take her back to square one, let her start over with you.” Chibe’s sarcastic prediction was slowly coming true. Chloe predicted too much. No matter what Keira wanted to say or do, everything was within her expectations

until now

she trusted him unconditionally,

person, and so did he

taken the papers,

“Take it”

leave, Keira panicked, throwing

You’re tricking me into divorcing you! You can’t

temples. Doys

“Keira, enough…”

gaze slowly fixed on a

and turned slowly.

and glanced around before setting her gaze on Lance and Keira, who were arguing. A faint smile appeared on

flowers in one hand and the papers in the other and headed their

fury. However, Chloe maintained a faint smile, seemingly enjoying Keira’s failure.

whispering her

papers, “Is this yours?”

stayed silent. Chloe turned to the window, holding up

“Divorce Agreement” were clearly visible through the paper bag. She

raging and remained

didn’t care. She just nodded, “Then it’s mine now.”

hands, tearing the papers into two, then four, then eight

Lance couldn’t help but

shredded papers in, then leaned down to smell the flowers in her arms. Her face held a faint smile, but her eyes were cold..

trash. Shouldn’t I throw