He Clings to Me Every Night-Chapter 918

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Chapter 918: Chapter 918 I Need to Earn Milk Powder Money Chapter 918 -918 I Need to Earn Milk Powder Money Adam Howard unlocked his phone, flipped to a page, and showed it to Daniel Marshall, “So far, over a million people have voted in favor of your divorce.

It looks like the spectators aren’t tired of the drama at all.”

Daniel’s lips slightly pursed, and his chiseled, handsome features showed no change.

Flicking the cigarette ash lightly, Daniel took another drag, exhaling a curling plume of smoke.

Adam paused briefly before continuing, “All sorts of rumors are flying around.

Olivia Jenkins is getting torn apart—everyone’s saying she’s not worthy of you.

The tone online is pretty malicious towards her.”

“…”

“Some even say that the Jenkins Group is about to go bankrupt, and Olivia has been hastened to be kicked out by the Marshall family, with not even a tear to cry.”

“…”

“Many are kicking her when she’s down, but Olivia has still not uttered a word to the public.

The Jenkins Group has just called an emergency shareholders meeting, so her situation doesn’t seem too promising.”

Daniel remained silent, his deep black eyes briefly betraying a ripple of emotion.

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Suddenly, Daniel picked up the desk phone and dialed Martin Wallace’s number, “Come over.”

Martin’s voice was cheery as he answered, “I’m almost there, about to get out of the elevator.”

Abruptly, Daniel hung up the phone.

Whoosh, Adam stood up, “I won’t disturb your talk, off to work.”

As Adam opened the door to leave, he ran into Martin who had just arrived at the doorway.

Martin arched an eyebrow, his smile inscrutable.

Adam didn’t make a sound and walked away, while Martin watched Adam leave, laughing, “I need to earn some milk money!”

“It has nothing to do with me!” Adam called back without turning his head.

Martin shrugged nonchalantly and entered the CEO’s office.

Grace Ziegler had been scrolling through the news all day and couldn’t stop smiling, overjoyed.

She had finally seen the day Daniel Marshall and that bitch Olivia Jenkins divorced.

Next, she planned to make her return to Serene City.

The day she returned to Serene City would be the day she stepped through the doors of the Marshall residence—what a beautiful thought!

Heaven was indeed just, still favoring her, not letting all her efforts to ruin Daniel’s marriage to that bitch go to waste.

In her excitement, Grace popped open a bottle of red wine to celebrate and had already started fantasizing about the dignified presence she would command as Mrs.

Daniel Marshall.

Beverly Hills.

Dinner was ready, and the butler had gone up to call the master, yet there was no sign of anyone coming downstairs.

Without the old master, announcing their joyous news meant nothing, as it also meant that Hannah Jenkins wasn’t recognized at all.

In an instant, Bella Thompson signaled her son with a look, and immediately, Matthew Marshall went upstairs to fetch him personally.

Matthew hadn’t even reached the second floor when he heard the head butler command, “The master will not come down for dinner.

Bring his meal to the study.

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The master has ordered not to be disturbed by anyone else.”

Michael Marshall, displeased, proceeded to eat, paying no mind to Hannah Jenkins.

Seeing this, Bella Thompson also cast a disapproving glance at Hannah.

Hannah Jenkins, looking pitiable, glanced towards Matthew by the staircase.

He came over and whispered, “Let’s eat first.”

Hannah nodded and began to eat.

After only a couple of bites, Hannah felt nauseous and rushed towards the bathroom.

Matthew put down his cutlery and went over to check on her.

At the dining table, Michael glared at Bella Thompson, reproaching, “Do you even see what kind of trash she is?

Can such a person even be allowed in the Marshall’s door?

What kind of mother are you?

How did you raise your children?”

Bella was both angry and frustrated as she rebutted coldly, “Do you think your son is only three years old?

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