“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.”

said, “Okay.

out of the office confidently in

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

Although everyone was glancing at her gloatingly, she left

was only after she sat in her car that her facade of strength disappeared. She rested her head against

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 still lie to myself that

drove out

and parked the car. Then, she grabbed

she knocked on the door. “Are you

moment later, the door opened. A bleary-eyed woman, wearing cartoon pajamas, with disheveled hair appeared

I was rushing to complete my draft till three in the morning. I only slept 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 name, they were not

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

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