“Sign it.”
In a Spacious office, bright sunlight shined in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Joseph’s eyes fell on the paper.
It’s a DIVORCE AGREEMENT!
Joseph was stunned, and a bunch of roses held in his hand fell onto ground.
It’s his wedding anniversary day! He got divorce?
“Rebecca, what does this... mean?” Joseph couldn’t believe what was happening.
It was absurd that his wife’s secretary was asking him to sign the divorce agreement on such a special day.
“Joseph,” Rebecca spoke his name seriously, her voice was slightly disdainful, “you’re no longer worthy of Charlotte, she’s such an elegant and successful lady.”
Her words struck Joseph like a blow.
Not worthy...of Charlotte?
Two years ago, when Charlotte, his wife was financially struggling, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, it’s him, who had tirelessly helped her to get out of the dilemma.
But as Charlotte’s business was getting more and more successful, she became more and more indifferent to him.
He had never thought that the woman he loved most, the one he had supported for so long, pouring out all his love and devotion for, finally wanted to divorce him.
“Rebecca,” Joseph talked to the secretary, his hand resting on the divorce agreement, sorrow and disappointment rising in his throat, but he tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke.
“If you want me to sign it, call her and tell her to speak to me on her own. Otherwise, I won’t do it.”
Rebecca scowled in anger. “You’re stubborn, Joseph. Charlotte doesn’t have any time to handle such a trivial matter, she’s busy negotiating with Anthony Anderson, the heir to the Anderson Group. Compared with Mr. Anderson, you are nothing but a loser! Let her go, Charlotte’s Prince Charming has shown up.”
Rebecca’s words were like a thunderbolt to Joseph.
Anthony Anderson, Joseph knew that this rich man was pursuing his wife and the gossips between them.
But he had always trusted her before. He felt upset as it seemed that Charlotte had fallen in love with Anthony.
Meanwhile, there came a sudden sound of high-heeled shoes from outside.
It’s Charlotte!
Charlotte walked in, elegant and alluring.
Draped in a suit from the famous Chanel, a Hermes handbag and Salvatore Ferragamo heels, she was clad in luxury brands, even her jewelry was customized.
She has fair skin, long and curly hair like the waves. She waved her hand, signaling Rebecca to leave. Standing by Joseph, she spoke indifferently.
“I’m here, you can sign it now! As long as you sign it immediately, you can take it. Here are three million dollars in this card.”
Charlotte threw a debit card in front of Joseph while she was “persuading” him.
However, Joseph seemed to hear the mocking voice from the card.
He stood up and spoke her, “Charlotte, for you, everything revolves around money and power. But for me, it’s not like that. Our views are completely opposite.”
Charlotte stared at Joseph seriously, “Exactly it makes us incompatible. You can’t understand what I want, Joseph.”
“Furthermore...” Charlotte paused for seconds and then continued, “I gave chances. I persuaded to work but you never changed. I can accept that my husband is not as rich as me, but I cannot tolerate him being a loser with no ambition and no business, just staying at home all day long. We’re no longer on the same level, Joseph...”
Hearing it, Joseph forced a smile. He didn’t work because he didn’t have to, and there’s something more important for him to do with.
What’s more...almost all the cooperation she had reached was because of him. But Joseph knew that Charlotte had her own pride and persistence, so he never told her.
However, overconfidence turned into arrogance, which blinded her mind.
“Charlotte...” Joseph called her name again, still the way that he used to call her before, but now, with different emotions.
“Have you forgotten all the things we experienced? It’s out anniversary today!” Joseph’s voice was deep.
Wedding anniversary?! Oh gosh, she forgot it.
A strange mix of emotions welled up within Charlotte, she hesitated.
However, nothing could stop her since she had decided.
Sorry, Joseph!
She felt she was like a kite, bounded by Joseph. Without him, she could fly higher and higher.
Thinking of this, Charlotte didn’t hesitate anymore and started to get impatient, saying, “Joseph, stop talking nonsense! I’ve made the decision.”
Joseph stared at her eyes, hoping to find some hesitation inside, but only determination instead. He failed to save their marriage, but he had to figure out one thing before their divorce.
“Charlotte, is those gossips true that you and Anthony Anderson...” Joseph didn’t finish the sentence, and only looked at her with puzzled eyes.
He didn’t still believe that Charlotte would betray him.
Hearing his words, Charlotte felt angry at first and wanted to explain, but then she gave up.
Maybe this misunderstanding could help end the marriage quickly.
Therefore, she didn’t deny it, and even said, “It’s none of your business. Just sign your name on it.”
Charlotte picked up the divorce agreement and sent it to Joseph.
“You are so anxious! It looks like you can’t wait to marry him.” Joseph felt so disappointed at her and said coldly.
Then he took the paper and signed his name on it.
As he looked at the signatures, once signed on the marriage certificate, now on the divorce papers, everything felt so fast... and fleeting.
“I don’t need the money, and I will leave empty-handed, but you have to return the emerald necklace which is for my wife, it’s the only heirloom my mother left behind.”
Charlotte hesitated for seconds, then reached behind her neck and unclasped the necklace, turning back to place it in Joseph’s palm.
“Here it is, and neither of us owes anything to each other anymore.”
Financially, yes! But emotionally?
Joseph clasped the necklace in his hand, then walked away directly without any hesitation.
Standing alone in the office, Charlotte clenched her fists slightly, feeling the emptiness in her heart.
She looked at the divorce agreement on the table, and suddenly felt a tinge of regret like a thin thread slipping through her heart.
“No, it’s correct. It’s the best way for both of us! Joseph, you’ll definitely meet the one deserves your love. As for me, business is the most important...”
“Rebecca, did I do it wrong?”Back to her office, she saw her secretary busy organizing the documents, Charlotte suddenly blurted out the question.“Oh, my goodness! of course not! Charlotte, you’re so beautiful, talented, and successful in business. Why should you spend your days with a man who only hides in your pocket all day? You deserve a better one, such as Mr. Anderson, who’s wealthy and handsome.”Although Rebecca’s words echoed in her ears, her thoughts seemed to drift into another dimension. Looking at the slightly ajar door in front of her, she knew her decision was right, but regret still flooded her heart.Meanwhile, in the lift, Joseph looked at the necklace in his hand, sadness filling his eyes.Although he had long noticed something unusual in their marriage, he still felt upset when it came to the end.He had originally thought ordinary life was happiness; but exactly, the ordinary life ruined the marriage.Three years of dream in such an ordinary life, he should wake
“Security, where’s the security? My son is about to be beaten to death by this lunatic!”Unable to stop Joseph, Mrs. Smith could only shout loudly.Quickly, some security guards came there.“Hurry up, stop him!” Mrs. Smith pointed at Joseph, screaming madly.Seeing someone approaching, Joseph also restrained himself. He stopped hitting Steven.“Oh god, my son, my poor son.” Mrs. Smith rushed to take care of Steven.At this point, Steven had been hit by Joseph to where his nose and mouth were bleeding, and his face was swollen.The two security guards also recognized them, exclaiming:“Oh my god… Joseph, Mrs. Smith and...”Well, they didn’t recognize the man with a swollen pig head.Meanwhile, Joseph kept silent. He quietly bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the necklace on the ground, carefully hiding it in pocket.Although Joseph’s face and demeanor seemed calm and indifferent, his hands were still trembling because of anger.If Steven were not her brother, he would die for hu
On the way to the hospital, Charlotte felt her thoughts mixed. She couldn’t help but think about what her mother had told her.Did Joseph really betray her in the marriage?Charlotte glanced at the injuries on her brother’s face, they weren’t that serious, but he kept yelling in pain.Did Joseph disguise to be kind and friendly before? Was it a revenge on her through beating her brother?She had a lot of questions in her mind, so she asked Rebecca.“Rebecca, is it really like that... I still can’t believe that Joseph has resorted to violence against others.”In Charlotte’s impression, Joseph had always been a gentleman, calm and friendly, never bullying others, and always resolving things in the most peaceful manner.“Boss, you are so kind! Why wouldn’t it be possible? You’ve been thinking too highly of him. Look at the bruises on Steven’s face. It’s obvious.”“But... my mother has never liked Joseph before. It’s more likely that they annoyed him...” Charlotte wanted to explain for Jo
Amile was astonished. She had never experienced Eastern medicine, let alone expected a young man like Joseph to grasp such methods. These were indeed the recent issues she had been facing. With the head of the family in trouble, Amile herself had been struggling. Her routines disrupted, her eating habits erratic, and she indeed experienced endocrine disorders, often having headaches. Last night, she indulged in a few things and immediately had stomach issues. Amile had recently taken quite a few medications, but her body had yet to fully recover.Witnessing her sister’s astonishment, Coco understood that Joseph’s diagnosis was accurate. Coco’s trust in this young man surged. She looked at him hopefully, now with no hesitation in urging him to step forward to her grandfather’s bedside.“Please, save my grandfather,” she implored.Joseph nodded. But Amile still stubbornly blocked his path.“Have you got information from the servant beside me, or the doctors in this area?” Amile still cou
Healthcare staff pushed Coco and Amile out of the patient’s room. The surgical light came on, and a thick door blocked their view, preventing them from seeing anything happening inside. Amile clasped her hands in prayer, and Coco was no better. She berated herself for being foolish enough to let those people touch her grandfather without following Joseph’s advice. If anything happened to him now, she wouldn’t know what to do. Coco quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed a number. After a moment, the call on the other end cut off. Joseph’s voice sounded angry, but she couldn’t say a word. After a while, the door to the room opened. Amile and Coco rushed over anxiously. They grabbed onto Willock’s clothes, loudly asking, “How is my grandfather? How is he?” The confident demeanor of the hospital director from earlier had now disappeared without a trace. He avoided looking directly at them, his gaze slightly unnatural, as he announced, “Your family should start preparing
Joseph’s qi was flowing into Mr. Watt’s bloodstream, searching for the organs corroded by the poison. The qi of a cultivator differed from normal. It was a strengthening qi, with special healing abilities, even higher than others’, not to mention, not everyone knew how to guide qi. Along with the increase in qi in the body, Mr. Watt’s complexion became rosier, his pulse steadier, far from the near-death appearance just moments ago. This change made Willock suspicious, both astonished and unwilling to accept it. After 30 minutes, someone quickly brought in the items. They placed the centipedes, moth wings, and fly legs in one vial. Joseph stopped infusing qi, this time lowering Mr. Watt back to lying down. He took those strange items and placed them in the patient’s mouth and nostrils. “Look closely, this is obviously the sinister work of those quacks! They dare to toy with fire in front of the heir of the Watt family!” The doctors around Willock also murmured, saying they felt no c
David sobbed like a child. He clung to his mother to recount his woes, “That wretched fellow was so cruel... Only my son suffers.” Mrs. Smith felt for her son, grinding her teeth towards the culprit who dared to harm her child. But simply cursing wouldn’t even begin to weaken Joseph’s determination. David, in a pitiful state, shouted, “Mom! Mom, you must avenge me! We must skin him alive. This grudge is unbearable!” Mrs. Smith had no reason to refuse her son’s request. And this son of hers didn’t even need to ask; she already wanted to teach that traitorous wretch a lesson. It was just a necklace, yet it behaved like a rabid dog, daring to harm her beloved son. At this moment, the door suddenly opened. A pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped in cautiously. The newcomer wore a fake smile and a sly look, but to Mrs. Smith’s eyes, it was a gentle expression. It was none other than Anthony, who had been pursuing Charlotte in recent days. He carried a gift basket for David and immed
The leader, irritated by her haughty demeanor, snarled menacingly. “Do you think you’re able to negotiate with me? Get out of the car! Immediately! Don’t make me resort to violence against women.” Coco chuckled lightly. Only a fool would step out to be prey for them. Prolonging the time, she dialed for help. She glanced at Joseph, then reclined her seat. She crawled into the driver’s seat, addressing Joseph through the rearview mirror. “Buckle up; I’ll get you out of here.” The leader, unable to contain his impatience any longer, gestured to his comrades, his voice booming, “If you won’t drink the toast, then you’ll drink the penalty!” The car wouldn’t start, likely because of the tampering of the bribed driver. Coco narrowed her eyes at the approaching gang, her hand tightening around the gun concealed in her inner pocket. Since childhood, Coco’s prominent family had taught her how to deal with ruffians like these. But then, there was a sound from behind. Joseph opened the door a
Joseph nodded slightly, not showing any emotion. "Charlotte is still safe, right?" Joseph asked, his voice calm, but his eyes intently watching Coco's reaction. This was his way of probing her, not about Charlotte, but for any sign that she knew or was involved in the death. Coco abruptly lifted her head, her eyes filled with anger. "What are you talking about, Joseph? Why would you ask me that? Do you think I don't care about Charlotte?" The anger in Coco's voice made Joseph realize he had touched on something sensitive. But what was she angry about? Because he suspected her, or because she really had something to hide? "I meant no harm, Coco," Joseph replied, trying to calm the situation. "I just want to make sure everything is okay... between us and with Charlotte." But he knew his words wouldn't soothe her anger. Coco stood up abruptly, her eyes full of frustration and rage. "Joseph, what kind of person do you think I am? I've always been by your side, helping you th
Coco slowly guided Joseph back to his room, each of their steps heavy like the tense atmosphere surrounding them. Joseph was still somewhat intoxicated, but he maintained a calm demeanor, occasionally nodding to the staff they passed along the way. His eyes were fixed ahead, but his mind was swirling with chaotic thoughts about everything that had just happened. Coco walked beside him silently, holding his arm securely, her eyes betraying her concern.At last, the door to the room appeared before them. Coco gently opened it and helped Joseph inside, closing it behind them. As soon as the door shut, the atmosphere in the room changed completely. Outside, the noise and bustle of the party still lingered, but inside, there was only an eerie silence. Faint light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.Joseph turned on the light, a soft golden glow spilling throughout the space. Suddenly, he pushed Coco away, surprising her. He didn’t say a word, instead quietl
Joseph stood amidst the lively atmosphere of the party, but his mind felt lost in a maze of confusion. He tried to piece together the fragments of the events, but the more he thought about it, the more complicated everything became. If Jayce wasn’t the one who killed Charlotte, and he wasn’t behind Mrs. Smith’s death either, then Jayce must be panicking. Two key pawns Jayce had planned to use to threaten him had mysteriously vanished. So, who was behind all of this?Joseph couldn’t stop asking himself questions. “Is there someone silently helping me, or do they have a bigger agenda?” The appearance of a third force in this game could completely change the outcome. This made him uneasy. If someone was helping him, why would they choose such a method? And if they had ulterior motives, was he becoming a pawn in their hands?Looking over at Jayce, Joseph noticed that although Jayce outwardly appeared calm, he was likely in turmoil inside. Coco approached him, her eyes filled with concer
The murmurs in the hall grew louder, and the once formal atmosphere of the party began to descend into chaos. Groups of guests gathered, whispering about the murder near the café. Faces were filled with anxiety, and eyes darted around, searching for an explanation.“Did you hear? The murder case,” a woman in a red dress turned to her companion, her voice trembling. “The killer hasn’t been caught yet, and the police have no leads.”“How terrifying! So close to here too, who would have thought something like this could happen in such a peaceful place,” her friend replied, nervously glancing around.People began to speculate about the murder, with theories spreading quickly and seemingly without end. Everyone presented their own assumptions, creating a tense atmosphere. Some suggested a family feud, while others thought it might be an act of revenge.“It could be robbery gone wrong… or maybe some kind of vendetta? I heard the victim was the mother of a wealthy CEO,” a man suggested.“But
Coco hurried into the party, her eyes scanning the crowd anxiously as she searched for Joseph. She looked around frantically, her breath quickening as she walked swiftly past groups of guests engaged in conversation. Her gaze finally landed on Joseph, who stood near a corner of the room, his face tired and pensive. Coco approached him, unable to hide the worry in her eyes."Joseph!" Coco called softly, her voice a bit urgent. "Where have you been? I didn’t see you at all during the party."Joseph turned to face her, giving a faint smile but maintaining his calm demeanor. "I just stepped out for some personal business, nothing important," he said smoothly, though there was a subtle tension in his eyes that Coco couldn’t ignore.Coco frowned, the uneasy feeling in her heart growing stronger. "Personal business? Are you sure?" she asked gently, her voice full of concern. "I tried calling you several times, but you didn’t pick up. Is something wrong?"Joseph looked straight into Coco’s ey
Charlotte lay motionless on the cold floor, her body still, and the pool of blood beneath her had already dried. The dim light from the room cast down on her pale, lifeless face, creating a heavy and terrifying atmosphere. The room was eerily silent, as if frozen in time, with only the faint sound of wind whistling through the crack in the window, disturbing the unnerving quiet.Suddenly, Charlotte's body twitched slightly. A barely noticeable, sudden movement, but it shattered the oppressive silence of the room. Her eyes, once tightly shut in death, abruptly opened wide, her dull eyes now filled with pain. Though devoid of life, somehow she opened her eyes as if pulled back from the brink of death by an unseen force.Charlotte’s throat convulsed, and suddenly, a dry retch escaped her mouth. Her hands instinctively gripped her neck, struggling to suppress something rising within her stomach. Her body convulsed in extreme agony, and soon after, she began to vomit violently, thick, blac
Joseph stood silently next to Charlotte, the initial horror gradually giving way to a sense of clarity. Though a storm of painful emotions churned inside him, he knew he couldn't let them overwhelm his reason at this moment. Something was off, and his instincts as someone experienced made him want to understand more about the cause of Charlotte's death.Joseph's gaze swept across Charlotte's body, now motionless on the cold floor. Blood had spread across the floor, soaking into her pristine white dress, creating a tragic scene. He knelt closer, his eyes carefully observing the color of her skin and the livor mortis that had already begun to appear.With his forensic knowledge, Joseph noticed that Charlotte's skin had turned a pale gray, with blood pooling beneath the skin, forming dark purple blotches in areas where the blood had settled. This gave him an important clue: Charlotte had been dead for at least 4 to 6 hours. A chill ran down Joseph's spine as he came to this conclusion, a
Joseph and Brian held their breath, trying to remain completely silent in the darkness. From their hiding spot, they could clearly see everything happening around the stairwell. The faint light from the second-floor hallway cast long shadows on the floor below.The sound of footsteps continued to echo, each step pounding in their chests. Then, Tyler's figure appeared, slowly making his way up the stairs from the first to the second floor. In his hand, he held something, not too large in size but wrapped in a black cloth, making it difficult for anyone to discern what it was.A stack of documents, perhaps?Joseph and Brian watched intently, trying to gather every detail. Tyler showed no signs of haste; he moved with a suspicious calmness, as if he had complete control of the situation. When he reached the second floor, Tyler paused, looked ahead, and then continued up without the slightest hesitation.Joseph felt the tension inside him rising with every passing moment. There was someth
Joseph sensed the sudden change in the atmosphere. "What just happened in there?" he thought to himself, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. The bodyguards did not exchange any words, just quickly got into the car at an incredible speed, as if they wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.Brian frowned, a sense of unease filling his heart. "Did you see that? They're panicking," he said, his voice filled with doubt. "Something very unusual happened in the Smith house."Jayce's car immediately started up, the headlights turned on, and it backed away at a much faster speed than when it had come. Joseph and Brian could not believe their eyes as Jayce's car left the Smith house in a hurry and panic. This wasn’t how Jayce would act if everything was going according to plan.Brian nodded, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “It’s obvious something’s very wrong. What do you think we should do next?”Joseph was silent for a moment, his mind racing, trying to figure out what