“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.”

“Okay. I shall leave

she strode out of the office confidently in her high

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

glancing at her

her facade of

five minutes, she wiped her tears away resentfully and said through gritted teeth, “Oscar, even though all you’ve given me are falsity and insincere affection, I can

a long while, Amelia drove out

in front of an apartment that looked slightly old and parked the car. Then, she

number 908, she knocked

moment later, the door opened. A bleary-eyed woman, wearing

draft till three in the morning. I only slept at four! Must you come so early? I’m exhausted.” The woman, whom

twitched. “Tiff, no matter how lazy you are, you should still tidy

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