This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

President Fuller?

Sonia looked at the door of the private room, just in time to meet Toby’s cold gaze. After just one second, she averted her eyes and released the teapot in her hand.

“President Fuller, why are you here?” Chester, who was sitting next to Sonia, stood up and asked politely.

The men in the private room were all one generation older than Toby—some even two—but Toby’s power in the industry was obvious to everyone.

Coupled with the fact that the Fuller Group was currently at the peak of their power, they wouldn’t dare get into a public dispute with Toby.

Toby shot Sonia a glance, then walked in and said in his deep voice, “I heard that you were here playing cards, Mr. King, so I came to say hello.”

“It’s Friday today. It’s fine. Come and play some cards.” As opposed to the arrogance he displayed in front of Sonia, at this moment, he was speaking to Toby with a smile. “It just so happened that President Reed came to talk about the order of the goods, so she stayed to play a few rounds with us.”

Chester smiled and chimed in. “That’s right. I’m friends with Sonia’s father. He’s very good at playing cards, but she must be rather unlucky, because she keeps losing.”

The other two bosses muttered a few words in agreement as well, then they took the opportunity to exchange business cards with Toby.

Meanwhile, Sonia was silently fiddling with her cards.

After receiving the business cards from the two men, Toby strode toward Paul and said blankly, “You guys carry on playing. I’ll just watch.”

Paul understood the man’s actions as soon as he saw it, so he immediately gave up his seat.

Toby pulled out the chair and sat down. It was only at such a close distance did he notice that Sonia’s turtleneck was wet, and a little bit of hair was sticking to her fair neck.

“Cough, cough!” While she was playing, Sonia suddenly coughed twice.

Toby felt the chill, then saw that the window was wide open, so he went over and closed it before calling the waiter over and instructing, “Bring me a blanket.”

Paul and the rest’s expressions changed when they saw the way Toby was acting.

ear to Toby and

time, the

but I’m not cold.” Sonia politely accepted the blanket, then stuffed it behind her chair

stubborn she was being, Toby frowned and felt

come here and play cards with a bunch of cunning old foxes. Isn’t she

because everyone in the private room knew about his relationship with Sonia—the atmosphere in the private room suddenly became very harmonious, and no one talked about

the others even quietly fed

Letting out inward sneers, she pretended not to understand their actions and continued to

got worse and worse. The men wanted to win, but they didn’t dare

few more times, and his brows furrowed even more. When she was about to play a card, he

scent from the man’s body,

for Sonia and laid them

suddenly placed an order, and I didn’t inform the commerce department before signing with him. It’s only today that I learned that your company urgently needs the foreign goods, President Reed. I’m really

Sonia accepted it. “Then, I’ll have to trouble you with it, Mr. King. Cough,

point where her cheeks were slightly flushed, Toby felt even more agitated. He pulled out the blanket from behind her

for me to deal with at

picked up her bag

crisp clattering sounds on the tiles, and her slender figure quickly disappeared outside the door of the

with an invitation. “President Fuller, there’ll be a cocktail party at 7.00PM tomorrow. Do you

not free tomorrow night,” Toby answered simply as he drew a card, but he didn’t look at it

people at the table. His gaze was extremely sharp, and his voice was deep. “No matter how bad my ex-wife’s card skills are, no one can bully her. Mr.

smile. “President Fuller, you’ve misunderstood.

the Northern District, I’ve read the proposal, and I’m not interested.” Toby threw the cards onto the table, then stated with a blank expression, “Mr. Yancey, go find

picked up his coat

uncovered Toby’s cards and was shocked when he saw them. “Sonia’s cards were so bad, but

paralysed in his seat, as if his soul

That’s right.