Divorced 17
The next day.
At ten in the morning, Aveline's phone rang. She glanced at it and ignored the call.
Jack Potter, the foreman at the construction site, was updating her on the current situation, and she took notes diligently.
By noon, she finally had a moment to sit down and rest. She took a sip of water and then checked her phone.
Eighteen missed calls.
All from Lucas.
Ha!
She let out a soft laugh and was about to call him back when the nineteenth call came through.
"Hello?"
"Aveline, are you messing with me?" His voice came through, cold and filled with suppressed anger. She could hear his heavy breathing.
If he were in front of her right now, he might just tear her apart.
Aveline's tone was cheerful. "Lucas, how does it feel to be toyed with?"
He had regained his memory and could speak, yet he kept it from her, pretending to be the same as before. How long would he have continued the charade if she hadn't found out? Was he silently mocking her sign language with him?
He had done something so despicable; how could she not retaliate?
It wasn't her style to not get back at someone who wronged her.
The heavy breathing on the other end of the line grew louder, and the smile on Aveline's lips slowly faded.
"Here are my divorce terms: a three-hundred quare-meter apartment and two million. Once the house is under my name, I'll go to the lawyer's office."
With that, she hung up the phone.
The large house she had dreamed of, something she would need to work her entire life to get, could now be hers just through a divorce.
Tsk...
If only she had known.
No, there was no "if only."
Aveline had a quick bite to eat and then continued her work.
At the DK Group, CEO's Office.
Staring at the disconnected phone, Lucas let out a frustrated laugh.
Was this woman crazy?
How dare she toy with him like this?
However, thinking about her calm, almost indifferent tone on the phone, he felt even more annoyed.
She hadn't been like this before.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
"Knock, knock!"
At that moment, Desmond walked in.
"Mr. Tudor, here are all the current files on the commercial building. During the initial construction, someone was injured, and their family has been unhappy with the compensation. They're still causing trouble."
Lucas took the file and looked through it, his expression growing colder. "Have you called the police?"
Desmond replied, "Even calling the police hasn't helped. They come to the site every day but don't damage anything. Some reporters have noticed them, but I've managed to keep it under wraps." "If they're unhappy with the compensation, keep negotiating and find their weaknesses," Lucas said, closing the file and handing it back to Desmond.
He returned to his desk and continued working.
Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, "Where's Aveline?"
Desmond thought for a moment and said, "Miss Young clocked in this morning but left shortly after. Oh, she's in charge of the commercial building project, so she should be there collecting field data." Hearing this, Lucas's eyes darkened, and he abruptly stood up and headed out.
At the construction site.
Aveline finished her sandwich, put on her safety helmet, and
started walking inside. Suddenly, a group of people came rushing out from the left, angrily moving towards her.
Someone threw a stone at her!
Aveline widened her eyes in shock, and she instinctively dodged. The stone hit her safety helmet directly!
If she hadn't moved, the stone would have hit her face!
What was with these people?
She turned and ran, realizing that staying alone would make her an easy target for their anger.
As she ran, she shouted for help, but no one on the construction site came to her aid.
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