CHAPTER 2 - 1

The attorney was still there, gazing impatiently at me. "Miss Whitmore, simply have a glance at the contract. I have no time to lose!"

The attorney's attitude was clear enough. For three years of marriage, everyone in Edward's social circle had been respectful towards me. But here, now, the attorney's attitude was cold and merciless. The fact was apparent that this was actually Edward's desire.

I held the divorce settlement in my hand and my gaze shifted to the area regarding the division of property. My eyes welled up as I read what was stated, "All property was Edward Harrington's prior to marriage and so shall be exempt from the division."

Edward had previously informed me that I was everything to him and everything that belonged to him was mine. However, within the span of just three years, our love ceased to be. Had Edward finally revealed his true nature?

He cheated behind my back and even got the mistress pregnant! So as the sinful wife, shouldn't I make way? My resentment in heart was to the extreme. I stopped reading the contract and looked at the lawyer, who was staring at me blankly. "Hand over a pen!"

The lawyer reached into his briefcase and pulled out a pen and handed it to me. After I took the pen, he stated, "Mr. Harrington has told us that you can't have any of the jewelry that he bought for you!"

I sat blankly staring ahead of me and did not react for a very long period of time. Just when the lawyer anticipated that I would reject him, I paused and slowly stated, "Okay!"

In the same motion, I seized the pen and signed my name to the divorce contract.

The lawyer took the divorce contract and read it for a second before proceeding to leave.

Outside the hospital parking lot lay a black Aston Martin. The window rolled down, revealing the good-looking, brooding face of Edward Harrington. The lawyer rushed to the vehicle and proclaimed respectfully, "Mr. Harrington, madam has signed it!"

"Did she sign it?" Edward spoke in a slow manner, focusing on the face of the lawyer with his acute stare.

Observing his confused face, the lawyer felt slightly nervous and thought that he should say something. But he could not speak a word. Edward turned his back towards the lawyer and turned his eyes away from the evening sky. After a while, he said, "You can leave!"

Three years have gone by.

The night was lovely. In Bristol, high-end cars came to the Azure Willow Hotel. A mob of reporters were waiting at the main entrance, all set with their arms — cameras.

This evening, the Parableutions had hosted a party at the hotel and had invited Bristol business moguls to attend. The journalists were aware of this and had gathered here, ready to get any news-generating information.

Around eight at night, a Maybach, one of the most luxurious cars, arrived.

"It's Mr. Whitfield! Mr. Whitfield of the Parableutions has arrived!" The journalists immediately pulled out cameras and approached him.

Oliver Whitfield was dressed in a white suit. He came out of the car with a raised eyebrow smile. Meanwhile, Phoebe Lancaster, a gorgeous supermodel, came out of the other side of the car in a strapless evening gown. Oliver led her by the hand and they posed extravagantly in front of the paparazzi.

I sat in the front passenger seat embracing a briefcase around me. I was looking at Oliver and Phoebe through the car window, wondering to myself, "What the hell? Is Oliver crazy?" It was a party, yet he required my presence as his assistant. What an agony.

Before I could even say a word in my heart, the driver reminded me politely, "Miss Whitmore, get down from the vehicle. Mr. Whitfield will be unhappy if you're late!"

I groaned. Holding the briefcase in my arms tightly, I flung open the car door with a sulky face.

Oliver, strolling hand in hand with Phoebe, had already reached the hotel entrance. I quickened my steps to catch up with him. The instant I reached the entrance, one of the reporters behind me called out, "It's Edward Harrington! Edward Harrington is here too!"

At the mention of the name, Edward Harrington, my head turned around like a reflex action. A sleek Aston Martin gently stopped in front of the main entrance of the hotel. The security personnel advanced and opened the car door with respect.

Edward stepped out of the car in a black suit. He was as lively and his presence was as commanding as ever, whether three years before or three years from then.

For a second, the guard opened the car door on the other side, and Imogen Clarke stepped out of the car slowly smiling with a smile on her lips. She was dressed in a hot red evening dress.

"Wow! Such a beautiful couple!"

"Totally! One is the secretary's daughter, and the other is a business magnate. They are perfect for one another!"

All sorts of things were being said about them individually. I scowled at the adored-by-all couple in distaste. "A cheating man and his manipulative half-sister? Naturally, they're perfect!" I assumed.

I didn't want to set eyes on this despicable pair at all. I immediately spun around to follow Oliver.

Oliver and Phoebe had already entered the lift by then. Seeing the fact that the lift was about to close, I ran as fast as possible.

At the moment when the lift was actually closing, I stretched out my hand and managed to stop the door from shutting completely. Oliver sneered at me getting into the lift. "Miss Whitmore, do you derive pleasure in frightening other people?"

"I'm sorry!" I glanced down and apologized.

Oliver released a cold snort. "Do keep up properly next time. In case you do something like this again, I'll sack you!"

"Yes, sir, I'll keep it in mind!" I replied.

Seeing that my demeanor was acceptable, Oliver could not find a reason to be upset. He simply grumbled at me and dropped me off.

The lift suddenly stopped at the 18th floor. Oliver exited the lift with his arm draped around Phoebe's waist. I followed close behind him, briefcase wrapped tightly in my arms. Oliver nodded at me when we reached the entrance of the main hall and snarled at me, "Wait for me in the lounge and stay on call. If I cannot contact you, half your monthly bonus will be lost!"

"Yes, Mr. Whitfield. I understood!" I replied.

Seeing Oliver and Phoebe having gone into the hall, I went around and went straight to the lounge and breathed a sigh of relief.

The lift on the other side of the hallway beeped as the doors opened wide, and out came Edward and Imogen. Edward's eyes were scanning the hallway as he saw me, who was opening the door to the lounge. Edward hesitated and asked himself, "Was that her?"

"No, she disappeared for three years. How could she be here? I must be dreaming!" Edward told himself.