“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.”

and said, “Okay. I shall

that, she strode out of the

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

everyone was glancing at her

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

even though all you’ve given me are falsity and insincere

drove out of

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

908, she knocked on the door. “Are you

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

at four! Must you come so early? I’m exhausted.” The woman,

house and changed into her slippers. When she saw the mess inside, her mouth twitched. “Tiff, no matter how lazy you

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