“If you don’t have any objections to this contract, just sign it. When you sign the divorce contract next week, they will truly belong to you,” explained Oscar.

Amelia placed the contract down and smiled. “You’re so generous, Mr. Clinton. Being your wife is quite a happy thing. Don’t worry. I’ll definitely sign the divorce contract next week.”

“That’s good,” replied Oscar.

Amelia grinned brightly. “Thank you, Mr. Clinton.”

“I still have a meeting later, so I can’t eat with you. Here’s a card. Just get whatever you want to eat,” said Oscar as he fished out a card.

Amelia stood up, grabbed the card, and laughed heartily. “I’ll take my leave then. Are you coming back for dinner? I’ll tell Molly to prepare some food that you like.”

“I have a business meeting at night.”

understood and said, “Okay. I shall leave

strode out of the office confidently in her

sitting on the couch, stared at Amelia with a complex gaze. Even after the door closed, he did not avert his gaze as if he

the office. Although everyone was glancing at

in her car that her facade of strength disappeared. She rested her head against the steering wheel and

teeth, “Oscar, even though all you’ve given me are falsity and

while, Amelia drove out of the parking

an apartment that looked slightly old and parked the car. Then,

she knocked on the door. “Are you

opened. A bleary-eyed woman, wearing cartoon pajamas,

at four! Must you come so early? I’m exhausted.” The woman, whom Amelia called Tiff, was actually named Tiffany Winters. Despite sharing the same last

saw the mess inside, her mouth twitched. “Tiff,

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