Chapter 8


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    Stepping off the helicopter, the grandeur of Ethan’s residence loomed not far ahead, opulence being


    an understatement.


    Madison stopped, “I’m leaving.”


    “Come by every day to take me to and from work,” said Ethan without looking back.


    “But it’s quite far. What time do you start work in the morning?” Madison asked.


    “Six,” Ethan pondered.


    Six? Since when did executives have such gruelling schedules? Given the distance from where she


    lived, she fears she must wake up at four. Lack of rest coupled with flying was a recipe for disaster.


    Seemingly having thought of the same, Ethan generously offered, Then, live here. It’ll be more


    convenient when I asionally have to travel on business.”


    Normal business trips typically involve chauffeured rides and first ss flights. But not Ethan. His


    business trips revolve around him flying across the skies in a helicopter.


    But Ethan was wealthy, and Madison had no say in the matter. She followed him, “Then I need to go


    back and get my things.”


    “What things?” Ethan nced at her. “The messy pigskin you sewed?”


    Feeling his teasing tone, Madison gave a small smile, “That was an ident. You barged into my


    home.


    The man unexpectedly chuckled, “I deserved it, didn’t I?”


    he might be her future boss, she quickly shook her head,


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    demonstrating her flexibility. “It was my mistake. I apologize to you.”


    “Apologies are not necessary. You don’t need to go back for anything. They’ll arrange what you


    need. You’ll be staying next door.”


    Next door?


    Madison nced at the room Ethan had just entered and then at the neighboring room he pointed


    out.


    That close?


    In his room, Ethan, not hearing a response, asked, “Any problem?”


    “Isn’t it a little too close?” Madison, still standing outside, asked.


    Ethan, standing by the doorway, removing his watch, spoke coldly, ” Like I said, I might need to


    travel on business at any time. Do I have to go looking for you across miles if I need to leave


    urgently?”


    “Can’t you use the phone?” Madison asked directly, her eyes clear. What a good question!


    “I can,” Ethan stared at her, “But I don’t want to. Is that okay?”


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    Madon took a deep breath.


    s the boss; he had the final say.


    smiled, “That’s fine.”


    Madison moved into the room next door in confusion. The room was clean and seemed


    unupied, equipped with everything necessary. A half-floor window on the side presented a view


    of the helicopter she had just disembarked from.


    Knock, knock.


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    Someone was at the door. When Madison checked, it was William, his face full of enthusiasm. “Miss


    rk, Mr. Grant said you wanted to go. home to get your things. The car is ready, and I will wait for


    you outside. You can leave whenever you’d like.”


    Such service…


    But didn’t Ethan ask her not to go back?


    Without dwelling on it, Madison replied, “I’ll go now.”


    “If you think it’s too far, we can fly the helicopter,” William added.


    “No need for that, my home doesn’t have a helipad,” Madison thanked him.


    “Alright then, after you,” William opened the car door for her.


    “You don’t need to be so formal. I’m just an employee. Just call me Madison.”


    William drove the car himself. After they had driven some distance, he leisurelymented, “Not all


    employees are the same.”


    “What?” Madison didn’t catch his drift.


    “It’s nothing,” William replied, smiling kindly.


    They soon arrived at Madison’s given address. “Miss rk, I’ll wait for you outside.”


    “You don’t need to!” Madison quickly replied. “I have some things to sort out after packing. I’ll go


    backter. It won’t affect Mr. Grant’s work tomorrow.”


    William pondered, “Alright then.”


    Once Madison returned home and opened the door, she noticed a pair


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    of women’s heels at the entrance.


    The sound ofughter wafted from the living room.


    “Madison?”


    On her beloved couch, Lucas and Sophia were frolicking happily, appearing content and joyful.


    Although they hadn’t divorced yet, they were leading the life of newlyweds. It was sickening.


    Upon seeing Madison, Lucas was taken aback by her attire. Although unusual, it made her look


    stern andmanding.


    Madison clenched her fist so hard it hurt, acting as if she saw nothing and went straight upstairs.


    She needed to pack her clothes and other belongings, as well as some items she treasured.


    Lucas followed her upstairs, blurting out, “Madison, Sophia was feeling unwell, so I brought her here


    since it’s closer.”


    “Why are you telling me this?” Madison didn’t even turn her head.


    yes remained fixed on Madison’s uniform. He was puzzled sumed it was something new she


    bought.


    wanted to discuss the issue of assets with you,” he spoke, his e low.


    Madison smiled faintly, “Go ahead.”


    She continued packing while waiting for him to speak.


    “Sophia thinks that you didn’t contribute much to the family, nor have you ever earned money. So…


    out of humanitarian spirit, I will give you a hundred thousand when we divorce. Consider it a


    resettlement fee,” Lucas voiced out, sounding unsure.


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    Madison’s hand trembled slightly, not out of heartbreak.


    She was enraged.


    Not because of the money, but because of thements ‘didn’t contribute much to this family’ and


    ‘Sophia thinks’.


    How ridiculous, ridiculouslyughable.


    Madison knelt in front of her luggage for what seemed like an eternity.


    “Did you tell her?” Sophia’s voice wafted in. “After that, ask her to


    cook. I’m hungry, and so is the baby in my belly.”


    Upon hearing her words, Madison felt a sharp pain in her chest, afraid to breathe too heavily.


    A call from an unknown number rang at that moment. Madison answered without thinking, her mind


    wandering.


    Meanwhile, Lucas was answering Sophia, “Alright, alright, I’ll order takeout.”


    “I don’t eat takeout. It’s not clean,” Sophia retorted. “Didn’t she always cook at home before? Since


    you haven’t divorced yet, it’s only right she cooks for you, right?”


    Lucas hesitated.


    But it was just a momentary hesitation.


    So when Madison actually heard him calling her, her heart seemed to shatter into pieces. Clutching


    her phone mid-call, her arm trembled as if sifting flour.


    “Madison, can you help cook a meal? I’m not good at it. Sophia is pregnant; it’s not fair to the child.”


    As his words fell


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    “Crash!”


    A trophy smashed onto the floor. Madison stood, her eyes rimmed red, her usually gentle gaze now


    ice cold.


    Sheughed in disbelief, “Lucas, can you repeat that?”


    “I…”


    Sophia, on the other hand, was unapologetically assertive, “You’re still Lucas’ wife now. Shouldn’t


    you cook for him? Women should be virtuous.”


    Madison’s gaze was sharp, “Then why don’t you do it?”


    “I’m pregnant! I have to take care of myself. How could I possibly cook?” Sophia responded,


    cradling her t belly in a delicate manner.


    Madison smirked, “So you shamelessly want me to serve you?”


    Lucas frowned, seemingly disappointed, “Madison, you weren’t this harsh before.”


    Harsh?


    He dares to call her harsh?!


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