Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce Chapter 67: The Best Proof of an Affair

Claire Sterling wasn’t angry when she heard this. Instead, she saw a glimr of hope.

Wren Sutton hadn’t refused outright; she’d just said the money was too little. This ant she had a price in mind.

Anything that could be solved with money wasn’t a real problem.

For the sake of her son’s lifelong happiness, she was more than willing to spend any amount.

"You’ve got so nerve. Ten million is a fortune for an ordinary person, and you’re still greedy enough to say it’s not enough?"

Wren Sutton calmly set down her teacup, her expression neither servile nor overbearing.

"Because Adrian Lancaster had an affair during our marriage, he’s the party at fault. Of course, ten million isn’t enough."

Claire Sterling’s face fell, and she snapped, "That’s utter nonsense."

She was even more fiercely protective than Theodore Lancaster and wouldn’t allow anyone to tarnish her son’s na.

"I have proof that Adrian Lancaster cheated."

The corner of Claire Sterling’s eye twitched. "What proof? Let’s see it!"

Wren Sutton took a slow breath and closed her eyes, steeling herself before revealing the painful truth.

"Maya Marshall is pregnant. She personally admitted the child is Adrian Lancaster’s. That baby is the ultimate proof of his affair. Once we take this to court..."

"Shut your mouth," Claire Sterling cut in, her warning sharp. "If you dare leak this, I won’t be finished with you."

"I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. You think ten million is too little, so na your price. How much will it take for you to agree to a divorce?"

Wren Sutton didn’t ntion money. "My agreent alone is useless."

Claire Sterling heard the implication in her words, and her eyes filled with unconcealed disgust.

"Don’t flatter yourself. My son doesn’t love you. He can’t wait for you to get the hell out of the Lancaster family."

Wren Sutton had no desire to argue; it was pointless.

"I waited outside the Civil Affairs Bureau all afternoon yesterday. Adrian Lancaster didn’t show."

Claire Sterling frowned.

She’d thought it was Wren Sutton who had deliberately skipped their appointnt at the Civil Affairs Bureau, but it turned out...

"What are you trying to say?"

Wren Sutton’s tone was earnest. "When it cos to the divorce, I’m in a bigger hurry than your son."

Claire Sterling did not like the sound of that.

"Are you implying that Adrian is reluctant to divorce you?"

"My point is, instead of coming to , you should be talking to your son, Adrian Lancaster. As long as he agrees to the divorce, I will not object. I’m ready to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and file the paperwork at any ti."

Claire Sterling was skeptical. "Really?"

"Absolutely," Wren Sutton said, her gaze firm.

Claire Sterling looked away, lost in thought.

Just then, a car pulled into the villa’s driveway.

Kevin Dawson stepped out of the car, carrying a large, exquisite, high-end jewelry box. He saw Claire Sterling the mont he entered.

He greeted her respectfully. "Mrs. Lancaster, you’re here as well."

Claire Sterling recognized Kevin Dawson; she knew he was Adrian Lancaster’s most trusted assistant.

"Assistant Dawson, what brings you here?"

"President Lancaster instructed to deliver a gift to his wife."

Claire Sterling’s brow furrowed. "What gift?"

Kevin Dawson carefully set down the jewelry box and opened it. A resplendent, luxurious ruby necklace lay inside, dazzling the eye.

"Ma’am, President Lancaster had this necklace sent especially for you."

Wren Sutton’s expression remained placid, her heart unstirred.

This was Adrian Lancaster’s usual tactic—a slap, followed by a sweet date. She’d be a fool to be moved by it.

However, that didn’t stop her from accepting the necklace.

No woman could refuse the allure and charm of precious gems.

"Thank you for making the trip."

"You’re too kind, Ma’am."

Kevin Dawson didn’t linger. His task completed, he left at once.

Claire Sterling owned countless sets of jewelry, all haute couture pieces from major design houses. She could wear a different one every day and still not get through them all in her lifeti.

But this ruby necklace captivated her. She adored it, already imagining which outfits and what style of makeup would match it perfectly.

In her opinion, Wren Sutton was unworthy of wearing sothing so fine.

"That necklace doesn’t suit you. You can’t pull off its elegant air," Claire Sterling said bluntly, her implication obvious.

Wren Sutton feigned ignorance.

"A necklace doesn’t have to be worn. It also works as a collector’s item or an investnt."

Claire Sterling lost her patience and said directly, "I’m having this necklace."

A glint flashed in Wren Sutton’s eyes. She hadn’t expected a business opportunity to present itself so quickly.

"You can," she said, "but you have to pay for it."

Claire Sterling snorted with contempt. "How much do you want?"

Wren Sutton held up a single finger. "One hundred million."