Semua Bab You Left Me for Your Secretary, so Why Are You Begging at My Wedding?: Bab 391 - Bab 400

Kimberly lifted her head and looked at him. “Michael, if you don’t agree to split the assets equally, I won’t agree to the divorce. And if I don’t agree, even a lawsuit won’t do you any good.”“You really think you can threaten me?”“I’m not threatening you. I’m just stating a fact. We’re both in our fifties. If this divorce turns ugly, neither of us will come out looking good.”Michael’s expression darkened. “Weren’t you the one who wanted the divorce in the first place?”Kimberly lowered her gaze. It took her a long moment before she spoke again. “I’ve been stubborn my whole life. I couldn’t bring myself to back down, so I said things I shouldn’t have. I never thought you’d actually take them seriously. Guess I was wrong.”The office fell silent. Michael frowned, lost in thought.After a while, there was a knock at the door. The secretary stepped in, holding a stack of papers. Seeing the tension between them, she spoke carefully. “Mr. Smith, these documents need your signature

When Liz stepped into the restroom, she looked calmly at the women gossiping inside. “If you’d like to have lunch with Mr. Smith,” she said evenly, “I can put in a request for you.”The women froze. None of them had expected her to walk in on their conversation, and the color drained from their faces as they exchanged panicked looks.They were doomed. Nothing was more mortifying than being caught badmouthing someone by that very person.“Ms. Smith, we’re so sorry! We won’t do it again!” one of them stammered before they all scurried out in embarrassment.Liz didn’t think much of it. After washing her hands, she returned to her desk, ready to take a short break.A few minutes later, the same coworkers nervously appeared by her workstation. “Ms. Smith, we’ve thought about what we did. It was wrong to talk behind your back, and we hope you can forgive us this time.”Liz was Michael’s daughter. If she ever complained about them to him, their days at the company would become very diff

“Wait!”Liz hurried to stand in front of him. “I haven’t dried my hair yet. At least wait until I finish.”William’s gaze instinctively lowered. From his angle, he could see the strap of her silk camisole slipping down her shoulder, a teasing glimpse of skin that made his breath hitch.He quickly turned away. “I should probably go. It’s getting late.”“You live right across the hall,” she said lightly. “If you’re really worried about the time, why not just take a shower here? By the time you’re done, I’ll be finished drying my hair.”He hesitated. “No… that’s okay. I’ll wait.”“Good.”Liz grabbed the hairdryer from the bathroom and sat on the couch, running her fingers through her damp hair as she started to dry it.After a few minutes, she noticed William still standing there stiffly by the doorway. “You’re just going to stand the whole time?” she asked, arching a brow.“I’m fine,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the floor.“Suit yourself.”Ten minutes later, she finally turned

Liz’s eyes shot open. “Seven-thirty?!” she thought in shock.She had slept right through her seven o’clock alarm. Snatching up her phone, she bolted for the door. “William, I’m going to be late for work, I—”The rest of her words died the instant she saw who was standing in the living room.Mrs. Sanders’s expression darkened when she saw Liz standing there in her rumpled nightwear, her hair a tangled mess.“William, if I hadn’t come over myself, I’d never have known you were shacking up with this woman! Do you even listen to a word I say?”Just then Hunter caught sight of Liz stepping out of William’s bedroom. He froze, then quickly looked down, pretending he hadn’t seen a thing. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes before he buried it.William stepped forward, placing himself between Liz and Mrs. Sanders Sr. His voice turned cold. “This has nothing to do with you. If you’re angry, take it out on me.”Then he looked back at Liz, his tone softening instantly. “You’re goin

Hunter looked reluctant. “Grandma, I’m not a private investigator. If you want someone to keep tabs on Uncle William, find somebody else. I’m not doing it.”Mrs. Sanders Sr.’s gaze turned icy. “Then tell your parents to bring you back to Halston. You can either go home or watch your uncle. Your choice.”Hunter fell silent. The moment he walked out of the hotel, he pulled out his phone and called William. “Uncle William, can’t you just do what Grandma wants and go back to Halston? You two fighting like this is making my life hell.”Especially now, with the rest of the family still in Halston, Mrs. Sanders Sr. had no one else to boss around but him.William’s voice was calm but firm. “Instead of trying to convince me to go back, you’d have better luck convincing Grandma to leave Stanley City.”At least that had a one-percent chance of success.Hunter sighed. “What really happened five years ago? Why did things get so bad between you two?”He had been a senior in high school back