“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

strode out of the

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

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

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

through gritted teeth, “Oscar, even though all you’ve given me are falsity and insincere affection, I can still

long while, Amelia drove out of

of an apartment that looked slightly old and parked the car. Then, she grabbed the car keys and took the

she knocked on the door. “Are you there,

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

early? I’m exhausted.” The woman, whom Amelia called Tiff, was actually named Tiffany Winters. Despite sharing the same last name, they were

mess inside, her mouth twitched. “Tiff, no matter how lazy

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