“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.”

and said, “Okay. I shall leave

the office confidently in

Even after the

at her gloatingly, she left Clinton

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

resentfully and said through gritted teeth, “Oscar, even though all you’ve given me are falsity and insincere affection, I can still lie to myself that

drove out

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

908, she knocked on the door.

the door opened. A bleary-eyed woman, wearing cartoon

was rushing to complete 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

mess inside, her mouth twitched. “Tiff,

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