Ian Blackwood turned around, adjusting his gold-rimd glasses to look at Serena Jennings.
Serena stood in front of him, looking serious.
"The erald necklace you broke was designed by one of my employees, not . You have to give them an explanation."
Ian found Serena’s seriousness amusing.
He shrugged with a smile, turned back around, completely ignoring Serena’s words.
Serena sighed softly.
"It seems you’re not just targeting , you’re simply a person of poor character and rude."
Ian paused his steps, glanced back with a smile.
As if tacitly agreeing with Serena, while also mocking her for being annoyed but unable to do anything to him.
Serena, catching Ian off guard, suddenly grabbed his wrist and collar.
Ian had no ti to react before Serena perford a beautiful shoulder throw, slamming him onto the ground.
Sharon Sanders and Nancy Young were dumbfounded, speechless.
Ian lay on the ground face-up, more surprised and confused than in pain.
Was he just... thrown by a weak girl like Serena?
Ian blinked, his vision blurry.
Because his glasses had fallen off.
In Ian’s mory, he’d been in countless fights and had been hit before, but being shoulder-thrown by a woman was a first for him.
Ian found it quite novel, lying on the ground with a grin, laughing more and more, his shoulders trembling with laughter.
Serena watched quietly, contemplating whether to call an ambulance.
But she rembered from her martial arts training that this move wasn’t fatal to the head; Ian shouldn’t beco brain-damaged from her throw!
Ian laughed foolishly for a while before getting up on his own, at which point he vaguely saw soone handing him his glasses.
Once he put on his glasses, Serena’s figure beca clear in his vision.
"Who is the employee that designed the necklace I broke?"
Serena didn’t answer, just turned her head to glance at Sharon Sanders and Nancy Young.
According to Patrick Rhodes, Ian was known to be aggressive, seemingly indiscriminate when it ca to physical confrontations, and Serena only wanted to get justice for Sharon Sanders, not for Ian to harass her.
Ian sowhat guessed Serena’s concerns from her reaction.
He strode over to Sharon and Nancy.
"I’m sorry..."
Hearing Ian apologize, both Sharon and Nancy were stunned.
Serena was also full of surprise.
Ian didn’t care who among the two employees designed the necklace he broke; he just apologized sincerely.
After apologizing, as he brushed past Serena, he whispered:
"That shoulder throw was quite impressive."
After Ian left, Sharon and Nancy gathered around Serena, asking curiously:
"Serena, who is that guy really?"
Serena looked towards the door and answered flatly, "...He’s a patient."
The Lockwood Group.
Wyatt Coleman was called into Caleb Lockwood’s office.
As the chief lawyer of Caleb’s legal team, he believed himself to be quite capable; otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted so long at the Lockwood Group.
However...
"This still won’t do, take it back and redo it."
Caleb casually tossed a docunt in front of Wyatt.
Wyatt didn’t need to ask what the docunt was, nor how it needed to be modified.
Because he’d already asked several tis before, and if he made Caleb repeat himself, he might as well pack up and leave.
Most of the ti, Caleb was a good boss.
His instructions were clear and decisive, never dragging things out, and he was never capricious.
Wyatt used to enjoy working with Caleb.
But this ti, it was really tough for him.
This was the seventy-first version of the divorce agreent he and the legal team had revised.
And yet...
It still didn’t pass.
Initially, when Caleb told Wyatt the original divorce agreent was void and needed to be redone, he wasn’t surprised or felt it was difficult.
Because Caleb had clearly stated to remove the clause about transferring ten percent of the Lockwood Group’s shares.
Wyatt did as instructed, and that’s when the nightmare began.
For the next half month, he worked with the entire legal team anding the divorce agreent.
Submit one version, rejected, returned for revision.
Submit another, still rejected, keep revising, over and over.
Now, this was the seventy-first version.
And it still didn’t work.
The problem was, Wyatt had no idea what was wrong with it.
Caleb wouldn’t tell him exactly what needed fixing either.
Wyatt had asked, but Caleb just told him to figure it out himself.
Sotis Wyatt couldn’t help but wonder if Caleb really didn’t want to divorce Serena Jennings.
Whether it was the 30-billion-dollar compensation or the ten percent shares of the Lockwood Group, maybe he just wanted Serena to change her mind and not ntion divorce again.
However, Wyatt didn’t dare say or ask this question.
Even from a logical standpoint, it didn’t make sense.
Who was Caleb Lockwood?
Did he fear divorce?
Especially when he had Claire Shaw as an available substitute.
Wyatt couldn’t figure it out.
That evening, he submitted the seventy-second version, and it still didn’t pass.
Wyatt wasn’t discouraged anymore, as he had beco accustod to it.
Caleb wasn’t deliberately making things hard for Wyatt.
Though from Wyatt’s perspective, it seed like genuine hassle.
He glanced at his custom watch; it was nearly ten o’clock at night, but Caleb still hadn’t left his office.
He was waiting for his divorce agreent.
The night was silent, and the lights were few in the sparsely occupied new neighborhood.
The nearby playground would have a lot of kids playing in the sumr, but now that it was nearly December, it was deserted.
Tonight was an exception.
Ian didn’t expect Claire Shaw to ask to et him here.
He wore a thick, midnight blue wool coat, sitting on a narrow children’s swing, which was actually uncomfortable.
"Ian!"
Claire Shaw arrived fashionably late, waving at Ian.
She was intentionally late, partly to dress up, partly to demonstrate her worth.
Ian looked at Claire Shaw, his eyes behind gold-rimd glasses filled with tenderness.
Claire Shaw was still dressed in a sweet, pastel style, as if her age was forever fixed at high school.
Clearly, this pure and sweet look was his favorite, yet for so reason, tonight, seeing Claire, he didn’t feel the electric shock he used to.
Ian inexplicably thought of Serena Jennings.
Serena’s style was the complete opposite of Claire’s.
Serena dressed simply and modestly, with clean, sharp tailoring, paired with light makeup, giving a refreshing impression.
Ian couldn’t help but chuckle.
Because he thought of himself being flipped over by Serena earlier today.
Seeing Ian laugh, Claire deliberately posed in front of the swing.
Since being suspected by Caleb Lockwood last ti, she dared not et Ian in bars anymore.
So she chose this location.
But it was Ian who initiated the eting.
"You asked out... is there sothing you wanted to discuss?"
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