"Alright, that’s fine." Just as I was about to hang up after saying this, I suddenly thought of sothing. "Would you like to have lunch together tomorrow?"
"Sure."
My heart soared with joy, but I forced myself to stay calm. "See you tomorrow then."
"See you tomorrow."
After hanging up, I blissfully chuckled to myself for quite a while.
Soon my phone rang, and when I picked it up to check, it was a bank card information ssage from Daniel Carter.
I replied with an "Okay" and imdiately logged into my bank system to repay him.
This exhilaration lasted until almost the end of the workday.
I was hurrying to finish up work on the pleated apron skirt, planning to continue working late, when my phone suddenly rang. I stood up, relieved to take the call.
When I saw who it was, it was Adrian Gordon.
He hadn’t been in touch for several days, and now he was calling, likely about the divorce.
"Hello."
Adrian’s tone was heavy, "Lily, are you off work yet?"
"What’s up, is there sothing you need?" I felt there was no need for small talk between us, and if he had to reach out, it should be straight to the point.
"I want to invite you to dinner to discuss the details of the divorce."
"Divorce details?" I let out a cold laugh, "We have no property to split, no child custody issues, what details are there to discuss?"
Adrian said, "How is there no property division? Isn’t there a house, and don’t you have a company in your na?"
My mind exploded with noise.
"Adrian Gordon, what do you an?" I asked with a chilled tone, gritting my teeth.
Could it be that he knew my company was doing well, gaining a remarkable reputation, and wanted to split my company?
"Lily, my requests are reasonable and legal. Why are you so agitated?" Adrian seed calm, as if the problem lay with .
I raised my hand to massage my forehead, slowly taking a deep breath, telling myself to stay calm and not lose my footing.
Quickly, I cald down a bit and asked, "What’s your demand then? Do you want half of my company? If that’s the case, shouldn’t I also demand a share of the Gordon family’s assets?"
After all, according to the Marriage Law, all inco under his na during the marriage period is marital property, which I have the right to divide.
The Gordon family’s business, managed over generations, is worth far more than my clothing brand.
If it ever got to that point, I wouldn’t necessarily be the one losing out.
Unexpectedly, Adrian replied smoothly, "You could indeed make such a request, which is why I said we need to sit down and thoroughly discuss the divorce details."
"..." I suddenly realized that he might not really want a share of my company; he just wanted to complicate the divorce.
In short, he didn’t really want the divorce and was trying to stall .
Seeing through his intentions made calm down a lot. "There’s no need to talk any further. If you don’t agree to a consensual divorce, then let’s continue the lawsuit. I’ll have my lawyer get in touch with you. Let her discuss the matter with you."
Leave professional matters to professionals.
Talking about property division, a divorce lawyer surely has more experience. I have no desire to waste my energy.
With those words, I hung up the phone and returned to my work.
To ensure Daniel Carter gets to wear the custom suit I made for him at the school anniversary, I must quickly finish lissa’s pleated apron skirt. There’s no ti to think about those obnoxious people and trivial matters.
Working overti in the studio until eleven at night, I finally dragged my weary body ho.
Unexpectedly, as I exited the elevator, I saw a figure standing by my door.
Adrian Gordon.
"Lily..." Seeing , Adrian straightened up, looking hopeful and deeply affectionate.
I felt particularly averse and gave him a brief glance before looking away and proceeding to open my door.
"Lily..." He leaned closer and called again.
Slling the strong odor of alcohol, I furrowed my brows and turned to him. "Did you drink again?"
The reason I said "again" is that the last ti he barged into my studio, he had been drinking too.
It ended with his knee stabbed with a bloody hole by scissors and my arm getting a gash.
He just forgot the pain after the wound healed, yet here he was, drunk again looking for .
"Yes, I’m in a bad mood, having a drink to numb myself." He nodded, admitting it with a lonely tone.
I felt no pity for him, just coolly reminded him, "You just got out of the hospital, and your body may not be fully recovered. If you want to kill yourself, stay away from ."
As I spoke, I had already opened the door, ready to go in.
"Lily!" Suddenly he stepped forward and gripped the doorfra tightly, his voice excited, "Lily... you still care about , don’t you?"
He stared intently at , his thin, handso eyebrows and eyes looking even more forlorn and soulful, "I don’t believe a six-year relationship can be forgotten just like that. You are only temporarily chard by Daniel. Once you co to your senses, you will definitely still love !"
I turned to stare at him, mocking him unceremoniously, "You comparing yourself to Daniel Carter? How do you even have the face for that?"
His face froze, visibly hurt. "Do you love him that much?"
"In every aspect, he surpasses you a hundred tis, a thousand tis. Every woman would love him."
I didn’t answer directly, afraid he’d hold it against and slander for marital infidelity.
"Does he love you then?" Adrian asked directly, hitting the nail on the head.
I couldn’t answer that question.
I didn’t know if Daniel Carter loved .
Even if he did love , I couldn’t admit it at this ti.
Because I’m not yet divorced, if I admitted our mutual affection, Daniel would be labeled as soone who broke up a family.
His identity is special, and so is his family background. A scandal of that nature couldn’t be allowed to spread in such an influential family.
Seeing my silence, Adrian sneered mockingly, "He doesn’t love you. With his status, how could he possibly fall for you? He’s just toying with you."
I was too lazy to respond, but suddenly a thought occurred to , and I said, "I’ve scheduled the divorce for next Tuesday, and the court hearing is on Thursday. Your lawyer should have told you, even if you refuse to appear in court, the court can rule in absentia, which will be unfavorable for you—so you can only choose one of the two options, or both simultaneously."
Adrian looked at in confusion.
Seeing his lack of comprehension, I explained in more detail, "Even if we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau on Tuesday and submit the docunts, there’s still a one-month cooling-off period for divorce. To prevent you from suddenly backing out, making the divorce impossible for , the court will proceed with the hearing on Thursday as usual—I consulted a lawyer, and you can still file for divorce during the cooling-off period."
To prevent Adrian from dragging it on and off, I had to resort to both options simultaneously.
After listening, he curled a cold smile, "You’ve really racked your brains to divorce ."
"Yes, so stop making pointless struggles, and let it end amicably."
Before I could finish speaking, I prepared to head inside.
Unexpectedly, Adrian suddenly grabbed my shoulders, forcefully turning around and pinning against the wall.
The suddenness caught off guard, and I let out a muffled sound, staring at him in panic. "What do you want to do? Don’t force to call the police!"
Adrian was much taller than . He leaned down, staring at with bloodshot eyes, the strong sll of alcohol surrounding him, clearly sowhat lost in his senses.
"Lily, we’ve been together for more than six years. We even have a marriage certificate, yet I haven’t even tasted what you’re like. What a pity. You want a divorce... at least let have you for once." He uttered these words slowly, one by one, his eyes filled with gloom and unwillingness, his mouth curved in an evil smile.
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