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“I was downstairs at the company looking for you. Can you ask
Michael to come down and pick me up?”
He wasn’t ready to divorce her yet, she still had to go by Mrs.
McConnell to cover up his affair with Krista.
She thought, “He would probably send Michael down.”
Terrence was in a meeting when he received a WhatsApp
message from Bethany.
For a while, she didn’t text him first.
After reading the message, Terrence stood up and said, “Meeting
adjourned.”
Everyone in the meeting room was stunned.
The meeting was halfway through, right at the climax.
How come we broke up?
Terrence has already walked out with big steps.
Bethany stood at the entrance of the McConnell Group building,
waiting quietly.
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Only, she was facing away from the McConnell Group building.
Terrence came down and saw her slender figure, calling out
softly, “Beth.”
She turned around and met Terrence’s deep, bottomless gaze.
Terrence took a step forward and held her hand.
She immediately backed off and raised her hand to sign, “You
promised just yesterday not to make our marriage public.”
Terrence’s thin lips curved into a smile without warmth, “Am I
making you feel embarrassed?”
“I was the one who couldn’t face anyone. We were getting
divorced in a month, no need for others to know we were
married at this point.”
The woman’s hands, soft as boneless, gently conveyed what she
wanted to say.
Terrence’s eyes were hurting from all the shaking.
He pursed his thin lips and said in a commanding tone, “Follow
me up.”
Terrence was walking in front, Bethany was following closely
behind.
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Entered the CEO’s exclusive elevator, Terrence gave her a quick
glance, saw her cold expression, and then quickly looked away.
The elevator went straight to the top floor.
The luxury of the McConnell Group office building was lost on
Bethany as she followed Terrence into the CEO’s office.
The spacious area, with its exquisite and high–end decoration,
speaks volumes about Terrence’s status in the business world.
On the bookshelf, there was a crystal photo frame with
Terrence and Krista’s photo in it.
Krista leaned on Terrence’s chest, with a gentle and charming
smile.
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Hey, men who don’t like taking photos.
Bethany had a faint smile on her lips.
Terrence noticed where she was looking and before he could
say anything.
Bethany’s fingers danced.
“Was the agreement notarized?”
Terrence’s chest was filled with a mix of emotions.
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So she came over to ask him for a notarized receipt, huh?
“Were you in a hurry?”
She nodded.
“You don’t trust me that much?”
The man’s voice was warm and soothing.
Yes, she was worried about him.
He had a lifetime ahead of him, while she only had half a year.
She didn’t have time to keep dragging on with him.
Bethany was silent.
Terrence had a cool expression on his handsome face, with a
hint of mystery in his eyes and eyebrows.
She didn’t say anything, which means she agreed.
He opened his suit jacket, took out his phone from the inner
pocket, and dialed the lawyer’s number.
“Is the agreement notarized?”
“Okay”
“Deliver it to my office.”
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Terrence put away his phone, then turned to face Bethany with
a sharp look in his eyes, meeting her icy expression.
He pursed his lips, walked to the desk, picked up the internal
phone, and dialed Michael.
“Bring in a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice.”
Bethany’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Terrence hung up the phone, leaned against the desk, and
looked at the woman in front of him with a thoughtful
expression.
A little after ten in the morning, the golden sunlight streamed
in, but it couldn’t warm up the cold and lonely office.
Bang!
The faint sound made Bethany look up.
Terrence lit a cigarette, the tip slowly glowing, smoke drifting
out of the man’s mouth and nose.
A faint scent of sandalwood, wafting in the air.
He had a mysterious and calm aura for a few days, making him
even more handsome and charming.
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She couldn’t see through his mind.
Knock, knock, knock…
There was a knock on the door from outside, breaking the tense
atmosphere inside.
“Come in.”
Michael walked in with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice
and handed it to Bethany, saying, “Madam, please enjoy!”
The lawyer came in at that time.
I was holding a notarization receipt in my hand.
“Mr. McConnell, it’s all taken care of.”
“Give it to the missus.”
Bethany took the receipt and glanced at it.
Michael and the lawyer both left, she took off her bag from her
shoulder, put the receipt inside, and was about to leave.
“My lips are a bit dry, let’s drink some orange juice before we
go.”
Terrence’s deep and pleasant voice drifted from behind.
