A Divorce Make Me Rich

Mavis stopped knitting and answered naturally, “It has nothing to do with that. Even if this didn’t happen, I would still want you to return to Bostrain as soon as possible.”

Moore’s expression visibly froze.

After being stunned for a long time, he asked hurtfully, “Why? Did Anthony say something to you that made you hate me? Don’t you want me by your side?”

“Don’t overthink it. It’s just that the overseas business can only be arranged remotely lately. The efficiency of other employees in the company is far inferior to yours. This month’s performance is significantly worse and several important contracts have been messed up. We need someone trustworthy on-site in Bostrain so I can rest assured. Besides, you’ve been in Crana for so long now. Even if you’re not in a hurry, your mother and sister must be worried about you.”

Hearing her explanation made Moore feel slightly better inside.

“So for you,” he said carefully, “I’m an important person. Someone who is indispensable both as a friend and work partner, right?”

She nodded seriously.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “You are like a brother who cannot be replaced.”

A small smile appeared on Moore’s face but disappeared quickly.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

He did indeed want to be her family member but not just like a brother…

Underneath his glasses was an unmistakable sense of loss which even Raymond could see. However, Mavis remained focused on knitting without paying attention to him at all.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere between them, Raymond tried breaking the silence by asking cheerfully, “What do y’all wanna eat tonight? I’ve been here for so long but haven’t cooked yet! How about you teach me how?”

“Sure, it’s good for boys to learn how to cook. They’ll make good husbands,” Mavis half-jokingly remarked.

Moore was still caught up in his emotional state due to his injury, his expression looking as distressed as someone going through a heartbreak. He asked unwillingly, “Then when do you want me to go back? Can I wait until you successfully sign the contract with Callahan Group?”

“Just these two days will suffice. Please come back as soon as possible. I’ll arrange your return flight ticket according to our company policy where all expenses will be covered under business travel expenses.”

Moore looked unhappy with this answer and continued, “Anthony has mood swings. What if he bullies or hurts you again one day when I’m gone? With me around, at least there’d still be some protection left.”

Mavis didn’t want him feeling bad but still said, “Even if both of y’all teamed up together against Anthony alone, you might not win anyway! So how would that protect me any better than now?”

Moore couldn’t help feeling embarrassed after hearing this response from Mavis,

“So… the reason why you won’t choose me is because my fighting skills aren’t good enough or your sense of security isn’t strong enough with me around?”

Mavis was speechless.

This was all so off-topic. They were just talking about work. How did it turn into this?

The atmosphere in the small living room of the apartment became a bit awkward.

Raymond quickly went to pull Moore aside and said, “My sister doesn’t actually think that way. Making money is important, so of course you need to personally go back and keep an eye on things. My sister doesn’t have any other intentions. Come on, let me help you pack your suitcase.”

Moore hesitated several times and wanted to say something but was silenced by Raymond who covered his mouth and pulled him away.

Mavis finally had some peace and quiet as she focused on knitting the scarf.

But it didn’t last long as Raymond came back.

As soon as he returned, he eagerly asked Mavis, “Sis, do you really not like Moore at all? You’re not even considering him?”

Mavis countered with a question of her own, “Do you like him?”

“I think he’s gentle-natured and has taken care of you very thoughtfully over these years. If you were with him, there wouldn’t be so many problems,” Raymond replied.

Mavis chuckled lightly. “If we lived together, there would still be conflicts no matter what, but Raymond, I don’t have any romantic feelings towards him. We’re just not compatible so stop trying to set us up.”

Raymond didn’t agree with her statement though.

“Someone once said that finding someone who loves you will make for a better relationship than someone whom you love more than they love you. In this aspect Anthony clearly can’t compare to Moore who is more suitable for you,” he argued.

Hearing his words made Mavis fall into deep thought for quite some time.

There was some truth behind what he said but Mavis didn’t want to deal with the two men in her life anymore. “It doesn’t matter which man I choose. My son Alistair is the only one I gave birth to right now,” she stated firmly while looking at Raymond straight in the eyes before continuing, “I only care about Alistair’s well-being.”

“Okay,” responded Raymond tactfully without bringing up the topic again

That evening Mavis received a call from Lyra inviting them over for dinner at Lyre Spiti where they had a great time chatting away happily.

Two days later, Mavis went along with Moore to see him off at the airport.

“Be safe! When arriving, don’t rush into work immediately. Take some rest first then get busy tomorrow,” she advised gently.

“I know.” He looked at her longingly with reluctance written all over his face.

Mavis lowered her gaze checking out the flight schedule before saying softly, “It’s almost time for boarding.”

Raymond stood beside them holding onto the luggage and waiting patiently until finally offering it over.

Moore didn’t respond but looked at Mavis with reluctance in his eyes.

Suddenly, he opened his arms and embraced Mavis in the airport hall. “Take good care of yourself and eat well while I’m not by your side. Don’t get hurt,” he said.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Mavis replied with a smile. The embrace lasted only for two seconds, and she gently patted his shoulder before calmly ending the hug.

The two of them watched as Moore boarded the plane, and only left when they could no longer see him at the gate.

Not long after they left, Anthony received a message from Bryleigh. It was a photo of Mavis and Moore embracing at the airport, with a clear view of Moore’s face. His face was full of affection. The embrace between them looked extremely intimate, like that of lovers parting ways.

Bryleigh said, “Look at this woman, always wanting more than what she has. Can you stand her attitude? I feel sorry for you.”

Anthony furrowed his eyebrows slightly and quickly typed on his phone without showing any weakness in response, “She’s seeing off her relative.”

Bryleigh said, “Relative? Ha~ I’ve never heard of relatives hugging each other goodbye before. Anthony, your self-deception is pitiful.”

Anthony remained serious as he continued typing, “It’s basic etiquette in Bostrain culture. Understand?”

After he sent this message to Bryleigh, she stopped talking back.

Although Bryleigh knew that Anthony was forcefully defending Mavis’ innocence, if she kept going on like this it would seem like she had never seen the world before and was making a big deal out of nothing.

Luckily for her sake though, Anthony had enough control over himself to not let things escalate into chaos – unlike others who might have caused bloodshed by now.

Finally feeling more at ease, Anthony opened his phone’s contact list and found Mavis’s number, dialing it.

Once again, it couldn’t connect, showing that he was still blocked.

Zack had already informed her about being blacklisted, and they knew they would have future work-related interactions, so why did she still block him?

Frustration built up inside him, and he pressed the intercom button for his office.

Zack answered immediately, “Mr. Callahan?”

“Inform Mavis to come and sign the contract this afternoon. We won’t wait if she’s late,” Anthony said.

Zack paused for a moment and then replied cautiously, “Mr. Callahan, are you sure about this approach? If you handle it this way, not only might it not attract Mrs. Callahan’s attention, but she might also get upset.”

Anthony fell silent for half-a-minute or so before replying back slowly,

“This is just my way of doing things. Your way can be more polite if needed. Got it?”

“I understand completely!” replied Zack confidently over intercoms.

At four o’clock in the afternoon sharp.

Anthony sat in the main seat of the conference room, his face cold and tense, as if a storm was about to erupt at any moment.

He waited for nearly half an hour without moving, his aura heavy and gloomy.

The vast conference room was empty, with only him inside.

Outside the door, the sound of high heels grew closer, and through the frosted glass walls, a graceful figure in a white dress could be vaguely seen.

Anthony calmly adjusted his cuffs and tie, meticulously attending to every suit button.

The glass door of the conference room opened, and Mavis entered wearing a white dress, tucking her golden hair behind her ears with a touch of apology in her tone, “I got stuck in traffic on the way, and I’m late.”

Anthony’s jawline lifted slightly, and a faint curve formed at the corner of his mouth, “No worries, I just finished my busy work as well. I’ve only just sat down.”