“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

the office confidently in her high

was 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 was

office. Although everyone was glancing at her gloatingly, she left Clinton

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

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

drove out of the

and parked the car.

unit number 908, she knocked on the door. “Are you

woman, wearing cartoon pajamas, with disheveled hair appeared in front of

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

her slippers. When she saw the mess inside, her mouth twitched. “Tiff, no matter how lazy you are, you should still

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