“It is done, Director Chloe, miss, please take a look at the draft.” A man wearing a tailored suit and intellectual gold-rimmed glasses pushed the leather-bound legal document file toward the woman sitting opposite him.
Chloe tiredly placed the Espresso cup in her hand down on the saucer, reaching out to take it.
Looking at the bold words “Divorce Agreement” glaring on top, she felt the corners of her eyes and her nose sting slightly.
She hurriedly took a deep breath to suppress her weak emotions, uncapped the fountain pen, and carefully turned each page to review the clauses inside.
The asset division negotiation between her and Julian went incredibly simply.
Chloe did not want to take any pre-marital assets or alimony from him, and as for the GY brand under her name, he fundamentally did not care about that minor asset.
There was only one exception: in her hands, she was holding fifteen percent of the Quinn Group’s shares.
That was when her family poured massive capital into Quinn during the crisis.
Julian, perhaps because his ego was too high and he did not want to be seen as a freeloader on his wife’s family, had resolutely instructed the lawyer to transfer those shares to her as collateral.
The actual value of that stock volume on the Wall Street stock market right now, she did not even dare to take out a calculator to estimate.
Chloe herself was born with a silver spoon in her mouth; regarding the numbers in her bank account, she always did not pay much attention.
It was just that for these Quinn shares, if they were truly converted into cash, she was afraid she would become weak-hearted and want to claim them for herself.
Glancing over the newly drafted share transfer agreement, seeing that there were no issues with the legal clauses, she finally nodded: “Lawyer Wang, I have truly troubled you.” “It is no trouble at all, miss.” Lawyer Wang pushed his glasses frame and stood up, nodding professionally: “The review is complete.
Miss Chloe, there are still a few lawsuits to handle at the law firm, so I will take my leave to return to the office first.” “Take care.” Chloe also stood up to politely shake hands with the other party.
Seeing the lawyer push the door and step out of the Starbucks, she slowly sat down, holding the Caramel Macchiato cup with both hands, blankly staring at the pile of legal documents scattered on the table.
It was dusk.
At this moment, the iPhone placed on the table rang.
She picked it up to look; the screen displayed Harper’s name: “Harper?” “Where are you stuck at?” the other end of the line asked in a rushed tone.
Chloe read the name of the Starbucks near the corner of 5th Avenue.
Less than twenty minutes later, Harper pushed the glass door and walked in, leisurely pulling out a chair to sit opposite Chloe.
“The weather in New York lately is like a furnace, the sun has set yet it is still this sweltering!” Harper both turned her head to order a large Frappuccino from the waiter and casually picked up a printed paper on the table to start fanning herself vigorously.
Fanning for a while, Harper felt that Chloe’s gaze opposite her was somewhat off.
Only then did Harper unconsciously stop, glancing at the legal document in her hand, then slowly read aloud: “Share…
transfer agreement?” Harper narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Chloe, questioning: “Whose is this?
Who are you planning to transfer your family’s shares to?” GY was just a startup company, currently having not yet raised capital to issue public shares.
The only thing Harper could think of was the massive family shares that Chloe was holding.
“It is not my family’s shares,” Chloe pursed her lips: “It is the Quinn Group’s.” “What?
You hold Quinn’s shares in your hands too?” Hearing that, Harper disregarded everything and curiously flipped open the agreement to look, then with an agitated expression, slammed it hard onto the table: “Oh my God Chloe, do you know how much money you have thrown away with this nod and signature?
That is money!
A whole mountain of money!” Seeing Chloe lower her eyes and remain silent without speaking, Harper only then sharply saw that there was still another document on the table.
Flipping it over to see, the bold words struck Harper’s eyes: “Divorce Agreement”.
Harper gaped in a daze for a moment, then grabbed Chloe’s coffee cup to take a sip to calm herself down before gritting her teeth to continue speaking: “So you are truly filing for divorce?
And this massive pile of shares is also planned to be returned completely to Julian?” “That is right,” Chloe replied softly in a sorrowful voice.
“…” Harper looked at Chloe with an incredibly complex gaze for a long time, then helplessly let out a long sigh: “Jesus…
Have you truly…
carefully considered the consequences?” Could it be that a few days ago at the Taco joint, Harper’s provocative words were what caused Chloe to make this impulsive decision?
Damn it, if that tyrant CEO of the Quinn family traced it back to find out Harper was the instigator, could Harper still survive to continue doing business in this land of New York?
“I have made my decision,” Chloe answered incredibly firmly, her gaze not wavering at all.
Seeing Harper using an incredibly astonished gaze to look at her like an alien, Chloe only then slowly opened her mouth to explain: “Harper, I am truly exhausted of my strength.
I feel…
I cannot pretend and try to maintain this facade any longer.” Set each other free; that way, both sides would not have to tire themselves out acting in a play anymore.
“…” Harper suddenly developed a bit of sarcastic pity for Julian; she did not know what that arrogant man’s reaction would be right now upon receiving the divorce papers, but he would surely be in a state of extreme shock!
Actually, in essence, Chloe’s personality after marriage had not been worn down at all; deep down inside, it was still that resolute demeanor.
Once she had decided what she wanted to do, no power could stop her.
But it also served that cold-blooded guy right.
Thinking to this point, Harper shrugged and shook her head: “Fine, I will always support all your decisions!” Chloe looked at Harper’s deliberately fake coaxing expression, bursting into a “pfft” laugh, her heavy mood also lightening up quite a bit: “That troublesome matter of your family…
how did it get resolved smoothly?” Shrugging with a familiar careless demeanor, Harper picked up a piece of biscotti to put in her mouth, mumbling: “How else could it be handled…
Just paying bail and settling out of court for damages!
Fortunately, the lawyer on the other side only wanted money to withdraw the lawsuit, otherwise, that bastard brat at home would definitely be doing time in jail this time.” “It is good that it can be resolved with money.” Chloe raised her eyebrows and teased: “Oh right, what did you come looking for me so urgently for?” “Hey, don’t tell me your brain has completely forgotten that next week is New York Fashion Week at the Javits Center exhibition hall?” Harper widened her eyes in disbelief looking at Chloe: “Let me tell you, the deadline is right on our heels.
This is the first time a fashion event of such magnitude has gathered so many professionals, and it is right on our home turf of New York.
How can you still sit leisurely drinking coffee like that?” While speaking, Harper tapped her fingernails clack-clack on the table surface: “Boss Chloe Quinn, these past few days of vacation to heal your wounds are enough; it is time to drag yourself back to the office and grind!
Be careful, or I will cut your bonus on the year-end financial report!” Chloe elegantly shrugged: “How about I yield all the profits to you~” “Shut up!” Harper felt like her blood pressure was spiking and she was about to go crazy with anger: “The scale of this Fashion Week is unprecedented, and the list of participating brands is quite a mixed bag.
It is the New York fashion market, you know the rules of the game; no small number of mediocre brands lacking class also bribed their way in.
I reckon when the show takes place, they will be mocked by the critics from Vogue magazines.” Speaking to this point, Harper smirked with a bit of gloating: “But back to the main topic, quite a few high-end fashion houses have sent emails expressing their intention to collaborate on accessories, including both Local Brands and international brands.
Tomorrow, you must absolutely be present at the office so the two of us can analyze and finalize the partners.” “Roger that.” “Oh right, the advertising agency of that Serena girl or whatever also won a bid to organize an event during this Fashion Week, it is just leeching through the back door to piggyback on the mid-tier European brand Grossi.
The two sides are mixed together to put on a show.” M&G?
Chloe pouted, showing no interest: “Seems like they also have some networking.” “Bullshit!” Harper openly showed contempt: “The TVC commercial for M&G’s newly launched product ultimately still eliminated your husband’s cousin Madison; probably her acting was such a disaster that even the director could not stand it, having to switch to sign a contract with a model named Hayley, who is the IT-Girl currently making waves on Instagram.” Chloe merely smiled lightly.
“In my assessment, it is fortunate that they wisely eliminated Madison; otherwise, even if they managed to cling to the heels of a top-tier international brand, they probably wouldn’t even pass the strict censorship round of the Fashion Week council!” …
The two gossiped about fashion trends for a while longer.
Chloe glanced at the Cartier watch on her wrist: “Oh, it is almost ten o’clock at night.” “Alright!” Harper raised her hand to wave the waiter over to pay with a credit card.
The two put on their coats, stood up, and pushed the door to step out onto the curb.
The edgy friend still felt uneasy and reminded Chloe one more time: “Tomorrow morning, you absolutely must be present to clock in at the office, got it?” “I know already!!!” Chloe helplessly rolled her eyes, waved her hand in goodbye, and walked toward the edge of the sidewalk preparing to hail a yellow cab.
“You didn’t drive here yourself?
Get in my car, I will give you a ride home.” Harper called out after her back.
“No need, drive home carefully, see you tomorrow!” Chloe decisively refused, as a taxi had just pulled over and stopped at this moment.
“You must, you absolutely must remember to come to the company to work!!!” Harper yelled at the haughty back that had already slipped into the taxi cabin, feeling her own fate was truly arduous, as if playing the role of a nagging mother.
It was truly because this genius friend had too much of a history of ditching work.
As for Chloe, she just wanted to use her handbag to cover her face and bury her head in the seat, pretending she did not know this troublesome friend at all.
Arriving back at the Penthouse, housekeeper Martha was using a Dyson vacuum cleaner to clean the floor in the kitchen area.
Seeing Chloe walk in, Martha hurriedly turned off the machine and stepped forward to welcome her: “Miss has returned.” “Yes.” Chloe clamped her expensive handbag tightly to her waist, feeling the pile of divorce papers inside as heavy as a thousand pounds: “Where is Mr.
Julian, Martha?” “I saw him take the car and leave at dusk, he still hasn’t returned yet.” Martha reached out, wanting to take Chloe’s coat and handbag to put them away, but Chloe held them tightly, not handing them over to Martha as usual.
“I see.” Chloe replied in a frustrated tone, lowering her head and walking quickly upstairs.
Today Julian was not busy at the conglomerate all day; surely there was some urgent acquisition deal that required him to fly off and handle.
Truly troublesome, she had struggled psychologically with great difficulty to gather all her courage, intending to throw the divorce agreement at him.
If he didn’t return to sleep tonight, she didn’t know how much longer she would have to autonomously prepare her mentality to face it!
And Julian, sure enough, went on a business trip and did not return all night, while Chloe tossed and turned, her eyes wide open counting sheep on the bed until dawn broke.
Thus, this morning Chloe broke her usual routine and woke up very early.
She meticulously applied makeup to cover her dark circles, carefully selected an elegant pale yellow off-the-shoulder Dior silk dress, slipped her feet into an eight-centimeter pair of Christian Louboutin pointed high heels, and headed to the company headquarters.
This dazzling appearance resulted in the fact that when she stepped into the reception lobby, the girl working at the front desk was so surprised she stuttered: “Director…
Boss Chloe…
good morning?” Good Lord, in her lifetime of working as a wage earner, to actually have the opportunity to see big boss Chloe swipe her card and step through the office door before nine in the morning, therefore, the office workers whispering to each other made a lot of sense: if you live long enough in New York, you can still witness many unimaginable miracles!