Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

Tristan Grayson dropped his cigarette and frowned, letting out a cold, "Hm?"

"It’s just as you guessed. There really is a powerful figure pulling the strings and secretly helping Archie Summers. But no matter how many men I sent to investigate, I couldn’t find out who it is. I did, however, learn something interesting."

"What is it?"

"Archie Summers’s fiancée embezzled company funds in his name."

Tristan Grayson’s brow furrowed again. "How much?"

A vicious smile lit up Ian Shaw’s eyes. "Take a guess. The number is absolutely worth all the money we spent and the time we took to dig this up!"

"A billion?" ’Embezzlement isn’t that interesting,’ he thought. ’After all, no company’s books are clean enough to survive a real audit.’

"No, no. It’s more than just a billion. She’s done it twice in the last six months, and neither time was for less than 1.5 billion. If we take this evidence to court, I’m certain X Group will be wiped off the face of the earth, and Archie Summers can forget about ever getting out of prison."

"Despicable!" Tristan Grayson spat out the word without a second thought.

’It was certainly an effective way to crush that woman, but he wouldn’t stoop to using such a despicable method.’

Hearing that, the corner of Ian Shaw’s mouth twitched. His face darkened as he cursed, "Tristan Grayson, if you’re so fucking noble, then you do it! You come up with a better plan."

"I have, in fact, thought of a better plan. But I can’t tell you what it is just yet," Tristan Grayson said with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at him.

Ian Shaw’s mouth twitched even more violently. ’I’ve been running myself ragged sending people to investigate, and it turns out this bastard had a plan all along...’

"Car keys!" Tristan Grayson demanded coldly, holding out his hand.

Ian Shaw tossed them to him, but he was still stuck on the previous topic. "Tristan, you’d better explain yourself!"

Tristan Grayson opened the car door and got in. He gave Ian Shaw a quick wave. "No time to explain. I have to get to the hospital." With that, he started the car and sped out of sight.

Watching Tristan Grayson drive off and abandon him there, Ian Shaw was so furious he could feel his blood boil.

「11:00 AM.」

Inside Anhurst Hospital, Mika Summers clutched a medical form, her other hand anxiously gripping Jasmine’s sleeve.

She wasn’t sure what had happened that morning, but her nose had started bleeding profusely. By the time it stopped, she was so drained she didn’t even have the strength to speak.

Jasmine patted her hand, murmuring reassuringly, "Don’t worry too much. Nosebleeds are normal." But it was obvious she couldn’t even convince herself with those words.

’Nosebleeds might be normal, but the way the blood had gushed out of Mika this morning had scared her, too.’

’Besides, Mika was pregnant. And while Jasmine was a doctor, her specialty wasn’t gynecology, so she had little confidence in her own reassurances...’

Just then, a woman in a hospital gown across the way waved at them and called out in a gentle voice, "Dr. Warren!"

At the sound of the voice, Jasmine looked up from Mika. Her brows knitted in clear displeasure when she saw the woman. "Mika, you wait here. I’ll go over for a second and be right back."

Mika glanced casually at the patient but found her gaze immediately drawn to her.

She was a beautiful woman with a shaved head. Despite the mismatched combination of exquisite makeup, an oversized hospital gown, and high heels, she somehow looked incredibly fashionable. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

’This was the first time she’d ever seen anything like it...’

Mika watched as Jasmine walked over and said a few words to the woman. The woman pouted, took off her shoes, and wrapped her arms around Jasmine’s. "Dr. Warren, if I don’t wear the high heels, does that mean I can be discharged?"