Serena Jennings held the package in her hand.
It was a paper envelope, just the right size to fit three copies of the divorce agreent.
Serena didn’t open the envelope directly in the office, but patiently waited until she got ho.
The night was deep and quiet.
The old house on Vornath Street was lit.
Serena sat in front of the desk and pulled out the contents from the envelope.
The bold words "Divorce Agreent" imdiately caught Serena’s eye as the title.
Serena flipped through it page by page.
Her mory was decent; she still rembered the content of the previous divorce agreent.
This one was at least identical to the previous one in the beginning.
It seed that even though Caleb Lockwood had redrafted the divorce agreent for so long after returning, he hadn’t secretly set any traps in the wording.
After a while, Serena finally saw the content at the back of the divorce agreent.
As expected, the content in the back changed.
But the revised clauses were not what Serena expected.
Caleb still included the provision of transferring ten percent of The Lockwood Group’s shares to her after the divorce, but the preconditions had increased, adding many restrictions.
For example, it explicitly stipulated that the ten percent of shares transferred to Serena could not be privately transferred, given away without compensation, or sold for profit after the divorce.
Serena ran her hand through her hair.
She was sowhat irritated.
She didn’t understand why Caleb, who was so angry the last ti she agreed to transfer shares to Ian Blackwood, would still draft the divorce agreent with the sa content after such a delay.
Last ti, Caleb should have been deeply disappointed in her.
He must have felt she betrayed his trust.
After reading the divorce agreent, Serena couldn’t help but sigh.
Caleb would rather set so many airtight restrictions just to give her ten percent of The Lockwood Group’s shares.
Serena knew she shouldn’t overthink it.
Yet she couldn’t help but wonder if Caleb wanted to maintain so sort of connection with her after the divorce, no matter what.
Serena shook her head, took out a pen, and signed her na on all three copies of the divorce agreent.
Beside her, was Caleb Lockwood’s signature.
His handwriting was still so flamboyant and elegant.
Serena thought that Caleb must be very satisfied with this divorce agreent this ti and confident that she would agree too, so he signed it in advance.
After tidying up the signed divorce agreents, Serena picked up her phone and coincidentally received a ssage from Caleb:
Tomorrow morning at ten-thirty, Civil Affairs Bureau.
A concise and clear instruction, very much Caleb’s style.
Serena replied with an "ok," put her phone down, washed up, and went to sleep.
The next day, what seed like a serene day was not at all peaceful.
Claire Shaw did not co to the office today either.
She was having a major tantrum at ho.
"How could Ian Blackwood be so stupid! I didn’t explicitly say I wanted to be on Radiance, but even a fool could understand what I ant, right?"
Claire Shaw violently threw the cushion from the sofa onto the ground.
Originally, her plan was pretty good, using Ian Blackwood to help her get featured in Miranda’s Radiance like Serena Jennings.
The reason she cooperated with the photo shoot that day, exhausting herself without complaint, was because she thought she was going to be in Radiance.
In the end, the new issue of Radiance ca out, and she was not even ntioned, not even a shadow of hers.
Instead, a third-rate magazine from the sa period used the photos from that shoot for its cover.
Claire Shaw had never even heard of that third-rate magazine, and it mainly advertised health products.
It was only then that Claire Shaw realized Ian Blackwood did contact Miranda for a photoshoot for her, but she wasn’t clear on how Ian actually negotiated with Miranda, partly her fault for not being explicit with Ian back then.
Now, Serena Jennings was gaining montum, becoming more and more popular, while Claire was facing a mass exodus of employees jumping ship, and she even overheard staff mocking her in the restroom, saying she even appeared in such subpar magazines, admitting her designs were only as good as those at Yiwu Small Commodity City.
"Alright, Claire, getting so worked up over sothing so trivial, aren’t you being childish!" Valerie Vance couldn’t stand it anymore.
For the past few days, Claire Shaw had been like this, hysterical, emotionally unstable, skipping work, just throwing tantrums.
"Is this trivial? Mom, you have no idea how embarrassing this is!"
"So what?" Valerie Vance thought Claire Shaw was being useless, "Now that things have co to this, what’s the use of being angry? Now, Serena is in her heyday, making waves, perhaps she’s having a career streak? Do you not know what you should do?"
Valerie Vance’s words made Claire Shaw calm down slightly.
"Mom, you an..."
"Caleb Lockwood, duh!"
Valerie Vance tapped on the coffee table consecutively.
"While she’s thriving in her career, you should steal her man, make her fail in love."
"I’m not stealing her man; Caleb has always been mine, I was the one who t him first, the one he loves!"
Claire Shaw akimbo, indignant.
"Exactly! Instead of being angry about Serena’s career success, you should work on Caleb Lockwood, have him divorce Serena quickly and marry you... Claire, even if Serena is popular, it’s temporary, as a designer, how much wealth can she amass? How much wealth does The Lockwood Group have?"
Claire Shaw listened intently to Valerie Vance’s analysis, her big eyes busily darting around.
"Once you beco the mistress of The Lockwood Group, do you even need to worry about Serena? By then, you’ll be enjoying fa and fortune, while Serena will have nothing, hitting rock bottom."
Valerie Vance’s words well comforted Claire Shaw, who took a deep breath, sweeping away her emotions from the past days.
Just as she was getting ready to redo her makeup and head to The Lockwood Group to find Caleb Lockwood, she inadvertently saw a trending topic on her phone, causing her to widen her eyes, dropping her phone to the ground with a thud.
The Lockwood Group.
The General Manager’s office.
Serena slamd her phone furiously on Caleb Lockwood’s desk.
The phone’s screen was still lit, and the news was clear as day.
"Caleb Lockwood, what’s the aning of this!"
Faced with Serena’s angry questioning, Caleb Lockwood furrowed his brows, his handso face cold as ice.
Seeing Caleb’s unusual silence, Serena felt sowhat deflated.
She pulled out a chair and sat opposite Caleb Lockwood.
At this mont, Mr. Miller knocked and entered, quietly placing a cup of moderately warm coffee in front of both Serena and Caleb Lockwood.
Then he left without a sound.
Serena thought Mr. Miller had co at the right ti, her throat was so dry and she was extrely thirsty.
While drinking the coffee, she sighed internally.
Today, she had prepared the divorce agreent to go to work, but before reaching the company, right as she arrived downstairs at Azure Tower, she was surrounded by a large crowd.
So were holding boom microphones, others carrying professional caras, and so holding up their phones.
Rather than being scared, Serena felt more bewildered.
She didn’t think she was famous enough to warrant such a large group of reporters and influencers chasing her down.
Later, from their questions, Serena gradually pieced together the sequence of events.
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