“Philip, this is the divorce agreement. I’ve already signed it. Please give it to Carlos.”


    Debbie Nelson plucked up her courage and handed the signed agreement to


    Philip Brown, the steward of the Hilton family.


    Philip was shocked by the words “divorce agreement”. His first thought was that Debbie wanted to get


    a divorce so as to carve up the property that belonged to Carlos Hilton.


    But as he looked through the document, he saw that she wanted to give up everything, including her


    share of the mutual property.


    Philip heaved a heavy sigh.


    “Debbie, why are you being ridiculous? Why would you want to divorce Mr. Hilton and even choose to


    give up your property?”


    Debbie was only a college student, and she had no parents. It was unwise for her to ask for a divorce


    now, much less give up her property that was worth quite a fortune.


    Embarrassed, Debbie looked away and scratched the back of her head.


    “Carlos and I have been married for three years, but our marriage only exists on paper. I don’t want to


    waste my time on him anymore,” she admitted, instead of hiding the reason from Philip.


    She had a life of her own. She did not want this nominal marriage to take her youth.


    In her eyes, Carlos was merely a stranger whom she had never met literally, so she had nothing to lose


    if she let him go. Besides, this marriage was arranged by herte parents. She had no feelings for it at


    all.


    “I see. It seems that you’ve already made up your mind. Today… No. I will give this to Mr. Hilton


    tomorrow.”


    Debbie let out a sigh of relief.


    “Thank you, Philip,” she uttered with a lovely smile on her face.


    Philip stood up to leave. But before he took a step, he turned to


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    Debbie and stated, “Debbie, Mr. Hilton is a good man. In my opinion, you two are a perfect match. I


    hope you think it through again.”


    “A perfect match?’ Debbie repeated in her mind. But she had not even seen her husband in the past


    three years. Even if they were a perfect match, so what?


    A bitter smile formed on her lips. She took a deep breath and firmly replied, “Phillip, I’ve made up my


    mind.”


    The next afternoon, Phillip still had not received a call from Debbie.


    He had expected her to regret her hasty decision to get a divorce or at least add some conditions to the


    agreement. However, she did not.


    Resigned, Philip took out his phone and dialed a number. As soon as he was connected to Carlos, he


    said, “Mr. Hilton, there’s a document that needs your signature.”


    “What kind of document?” Carlos asked indifferently.


    Philip hesitated for a moment before answering, “It’s… a divorce agreement.”


    Carlos, who was dealing with some papers in his office, stiffened.