“I advise you to leave Emily Parker right away. Miller Corporation is not to be messed with.”
“Emily and I are planning to have children. If you don’t want to raise my kid, then get divorced immediately!”
So shameless—snatching someone’s wife and speaking with such righteousness?
I tapped the partnership list at hand. At the very bottom ranked none other than Miller Corporation…
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The phone screen glowed. My fingertip lingered over the send button for two seconds, then I pressed it.
“Come back and sign the divorce papers. I’m done wasting time.”
The confirmation message popped up just as dawn crept through the window.
The birthday cake still sat on the table inside the mansion, its candles covered in a thin layer of dust.
Emily’s reply came quickly: “Wait for me at home. We’ll talk face-to-face.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned toward the study.
On the desk lay two documents. On the left was the draft divorce agreement from the lawyer.
In the asset division section, I deliberately struck out the company shares that should have belonged to me, keeping only the ownership of my pharmaceutical patent.