Stepping into the conference room, my gaze immediately fell on Zavier, sitting in my seat.
The shareholders exchanged glances, their eyes holding a strange mix of curiosity and unease.
Without a word, I found a seat, leaning back as I turned my attention to Hyacinth, who sat at the head of the table. "What do you want?"
Her expression was ice-cold, her stare sharp. "Tobias, you have two choices. Either resign or stay married to me."
"Divorce." I didn’t hesitate for a second.
Her hands trembled with anger, but her voice remained firm. "Fine. Then I officially announce your dismissal from all positions at Berry Trading!"
Zavier shot me a smug look, a sneer playing on his lips. "Tobias, even if I don’t get anything from her family, this company will still have a place for me in the future!"
"A place for you?"
I let out a soft chuckle, barely sparing him a glance. "What do you amount to?"
Then, with a calm, piercing gaze, I asked, "Do you really think Hyacinth will marry you?"
Zavier, full of confidence, met my eyes without hesitation.
But Hyacinth looked at him, cold and distant. "I already told you—we're just superior and subordinate. Don't overthink it."
"Hyacinth?"
"How can you say that?"