Chapter 9


    “If you don’t have any objections to this contract, just sign it. When you sign the divorce contract next


    week, they will truly belong to you,” exined Oscar. Amelia ced the contract down and smiled.


    “You’re so generous, Mr. Clinton. Being your wife is quite a happy thing. Don’t worry. I’ll definitely sign


    the divorce contract next week.” “That’s good,” replied Oscar. Amelia grinned brightly.


    “Thank you, Mr. Clinton.” “I still have a meetingter, so I can’t eat with you. Here’s a card. Just get


    whatever you want to eat,” said Oscar as he fished out a card. Amelia stood up, grabbed the card, and


    laughed heartily. “I’ll take my leave then. Are youing back for dinner? I’ll tell Molly to prepare some


    food that you like.” “I have a business meeting at night.” She understood and said, “Okay. I shall leave


    now.”


    With that, she strode out of the office confidently in her high heels. Oscar, who was sitting on the


    couch, stared at Amelia with aplex gaze. Even after the door closed, he did not avert his gaze as if


    he was deep in thought. Amelia left the office.


    Although everyone was ncing at her gloatingly, she left Clinton Corporations without even flinching.


    It was only after she sat in her car that her facade of strength disappeared. She rested her head


    against the steering wheel and sobbed. After five minutes, she wiped her tears away resentfully and


    said through gritted teeth,


    “Oscar, even though all you’ve given me are falsity and insincere affection, I can still lie to myself that


    you love me.” After a long while, Amelia drove out of the parking lot. She stopped in front of an


    apartment that looked slightly old and parked the car. Then, she grabbed the car keys and took the


    elevator up. Stopping outside unit number 908, she knocked on the door. “Are you there, Tiff?” A


    momentter, the door opened. A bleary-eyed woman, wearing cartoon pajamas, with disheveled hair


    appeared in front of Amelia. “Amelia, I was rushing toplete my draft till three in the morning.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    I only slept at four! Must youe so early? I’m exhausted.” The woman, whom Amelia called Tiff, was


    actually named Tiffany Winters. Despite sharing the samest name, they were not rted at all.


    Amelia walked into the house and changed into her slippers. When she saw the mess inside, her


    mouth twitched. “Tiff, no matter howzy you are, you should still tidy your house. Can you even walk


    in this mess?


    ” Tiffany strode into the bedroom nonchntly, copsed on the bed, and fell asleep. Amelia shook her


    head, having no choice but to clean up this house that was so messy that it looked like a garbage


    dump. She only finished tidying up after an hour. Wiping the sweat away from her forehead, she


    lamented,


    “Tiffany, you’re so annoying. Why are you sozy?” She tossed the rag into the dustbin, washed her


    hands, and entered the bedroom. “Wake up, Tiff. Stop sleeping! I’ve already ordered some takeaways


    and two cartons of beer.


    Drink with me,” said Amelia. Tiffany had no choice but to open her eyes. Still sleepy, she gazed at


    Amelia and snapped in annoyance, “What happened between you and Oscar again?”


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