Chapter 83
I nced at Patrick from the corner of my eyes and smiled faintly, "Yes, I''ll get nothing."
At this time, unexpectedly, I felt a little happy in my heart.
Seeing that Patrick finally stopped acting, I was happy, thinking that in that case, I didn''t have to be
attached to him anymore.
However, hearing my answer, Patrick seemed to be a little surprised as he said, "Charlotte, do you
agree?"
"Yes. Mr. Cowell, what else do you want? If you like the house of mine in Unit No.1, City Y, then I''ll
give it to you as well."
I looked at him and said in an alienated tone.
Patrick frowned deeply and said after a long while, "No need."
While the staff was writing an agreement, Patrick added, "Forget it. I''ll give her 20% of Towering
High Group''s shares aspensation."
His words shocked me.
But, I realized soon that it should be Patrick''s new trick.
I immediately refused, "I don''t want it." "20% of Towering High Group''s shares..." "Its value will be at
least 10 billion dors." "Once I ept so much money, I indeed can''t break up with Patrick."
The staff looked at me with suspicion.
It semed that it was the first time that he had seen someone refusing to ept money.
"Charlotte Archer, for the thing I give to you, you have to take it. Otherwise, never should you want
to divorce me!"
Patrick spoke in amanding tone.
I looked at him with ridicule on my face, "Mr. Cowell, what are you nning again? Why are you
rushing to force me to ept your money?"
"Charlotte Archer..."
"Mr. Cowell, I don''t need yourpensation. As long as you can divorce me, I''ll be thankful."
We applied for a divorce in an office for VIP where there was only one staff who helped us write a
divorce agreement.
He looked at us, feeling puzzled.
Especially when he looked at me, he seemed to be looking at a freak.
Patrick was persistent for a while. And I refused over and over again. In the end, hepromised.
"Okay. Then I will do as you wish."
The staff finished drafting an agreement and showed it to us.
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We didn''t have any children. And I didn''t want Patrick''s money. Naturally, we didn''t have any conflict
or dispute.
So both of us okayed the agreement. Then I picked up the pen first and signed my name in the
Name of Woman.
Patrick looked at me with a pen in his hand as his eyes were full of curiosity.
I didn''t know what he meant. Nor was I in the mood to ponder on it.
Finally, Patrick signed his name on the agreement.
When I saw him signing his name in the Name of Man, I curled up the corner of my mouth slightly,
pretending to be very calm. But in fact, I was in pain in secret as if someone were pinching me
ferociously.
After signing his name on the agreement, Patrick turned to look at me.
He saw me smiling.
He, who had been pursing his thin lips, suddenly curled up his lips, revealing a cold smile,
"Charlotte Archer. As you wish.''
I said firmly, "Yes. As I wish."
After we confirmed the agreement, the staff prepared it in duplicate and ced them in front of the
two of us. After that, he took away the marriage certificates in front of us and quickly reced them
with two divorce certificates.
I took the divorce certificate in my hand and walked out with Patrick.
The corridor of the Civil Affairs Bureau was only a few meters long. But I wished that it could be a
little longer.
A young man and a young woman, who were here to get a marriage certificate, walked over to us
as they snuggled in each other''s arms, looking so happy.
This scene reminded me of the scene where I had got a marriage certificate with Patrick.
The couple who I had seen just now probably could have a long- term rtionship after getting
married. However, the marriage between Patrick and I was nothing but a farce.
Finally, we reached the door.
I turned around and said to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, never will I see you again."
After that, I turned around and left.
I tried my best to look dignified in front of him over ourst encounter.
I went to the police station and withdrew myint.
After that day, I had been in a daze. Feeling absent-minded, I often made mistakes while working.
I apologized over and over again. Even so, I would always be distracted inadvertently.
After I arrived home in the evening, I would always take a deep breath while standing at the door.
After I entered the door, I would always look around.
At that moment, I, who had been hopeful, would be disappointed after that.
I knew that Patrick wouldn''te to my house again. And I knew that we had gotten divorced. But I
still held the hope that he would show up at my house.
Fortunately, he didn''t know that I was having such a ridiculous thought on my mind.
To stop fantasizing about Patrick, I simply asked the property management to change the lock of my
door and specifically instructed them that no one else could use the card to my house except me.
In the monthly meeting of mypany, the manager, Wendy Reagan, specifically called me. But it
wasn''t until a long time that I, who had been absent- minded, realized that she had called me.
After the monthly meeting was over, Wendy called me to the office and said to me, "Charlotte
Archer, do you think we are eager and willing to recruit someone like you who has criminal
records?"
"What?"
I looked at Wendy in a daze. She, who had always been gentle, looked very different today.
There was also a hint of disgust in her eyes when she was looking at me.
Wendy said, "The reason why we decided to hire you is because of Seth''s instructions. When he
wasmunicating with many peers in the design industry, he instructed us that if you came to
apply for a job, he hoped that we could agree to take you in. Besides, he assured us that you were
very capable."
"Seth Hyde..."
I muttered.
Wendy went on to say, "You were indeed good when you first arrived here. But what''s wrong with
you recently? You''ve been making mistakes. Moreover, a client isining against you. If you
want to quit your job, leave early. Never should you assume that I will be hesitant to fire you
because you are Seth''s friend."
As I heard Wendy''s words, my face was burning.
I had been thinking that I was lucky and my capability was recognized.
But I never expected that Seth''s help would be in it.
I quickly apologized and repeatedly said to Wendy that I would never make a mistake again.
After that, I went to the construction sites that I was in charge of, checking on the situation of the
sites. After that, Imunicated with several clients. Regarding the parts which clients were
dissatisfied with, I adjusted the design sketches overnight.
By the time I raised my eyes again, the sky outside had turned bright.
I was still in thepany. It wasn''t until I finished the work that I realized that I was starving and that
I hadn''t eaten anything for almost 24 hours.
I went out. Then I bought a bowl of porridge and ate a burger at an KFC store operating around the
clock.
I surely couldn''t go home at this time. So I rested in the KFC store for a while and went to work the
next day.
Because of the urgent adjustment the day before yesterday, I almost finished my work when it was
time for getting off work. Thinking of Wendy''s words yesterday, I called Seth specifically to express
my gratitude to him.
But Seth said, "You earned everything by yourself."
I hung up the phone and hesitated for a moment. In the end, I made up my mind that I wouldn''t tell
him about my divorce in case he would misunderstand me.
In fact, I hadn''t seen Seth for a long time.
But in my opinion, it was good. In that case, Seth could have more time to contact others. And he
probably could get a girlfriend one day.
It was the weekend the next day. I had been sleeping at home for twelve hours.
Originally, I was going to sleep for a while longer. But I heard the sound of the door opening, which
startled me awake all of a sudden!
I sat up from the bed and heard that there wasn''t a rustling sound at the door anymore. Instead,
someone knocked on the door.
It was Patrick Cowell.
I had guessed early that it was him.
But I still pretended to ask, "Who is it?"
Patrick answered, "It''s me."
I leaned against the door and said, "Mr. Cowell, we got divorced. What can I do for you today?"
I didn''t n to let him in. After all, I had just finished organizing my mind.
And I didn''t want to be disturbed by him easily again.