Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Gwenyth didn’t dare to say more. Jameson’s expression darkened as he flipped through the document.
“James,” Gwenyth asked tentatively, “she wants money, doesn’t she?”
Jameson pursed his lips. The contract terms were listed clearly: Sasha wants a divorce without any compensation from him.
Seeing his gloomy face, Gwenyth was sure she was right. “I told you that this kind of woman married you for money. Realizing that you truly like Calista, she knows that she has no other choice but to give up, so she wants to make a one-time deal, James. You can’t agree to her demand!”
Sasha thought that Jameson had no reason to reject the divorce since she had offered conditions that wouldn’t take anything from him in the agreement. But she didn’t expect to receive a call from a lawyer as soon as she got home.
“Ms. Yundt, I’ll discuss the divorce details with you on behalf of Mr. Leigh,” the lawyer declared.
“Do we have anything else to talk about?”
The lawyer gingerly looked at the man beside him and continued, “Ms. Yundt, Mr. Leigh has prepared 4.5 million dollars in cash and a house as compensation for the divorce.”
Sasha snorted coldly. “What’s wrong with him? I think my agreement makes it very clear that I will not take a penny from the Leigh family.”
The lawyer had never encountered such a divorce case in his entire life. Other people tended to demand money from the other party when they divorced. However, the man in front of him insisted on giving his wife money, while the latter even refused.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he added, “This was agreed upon in the prenuptial agreement. You’ll have to accept it, Ms. Yundt.”
“No, I won’t,” Sasha hung up the phone decisively. For the past few years, she had been Mrs. Leigh in name, but she had been doing all the housework like a servant. She was loaded. The reason she did not want Jameson’s money was that she did not want to act like a real servant who took the pay after working for her employers. If she accepted the money, Jameson and the Leigh family would feel that they did not owe her anything.
Hanging up the phone, she picked up the car key. Yesterday, she made an appointment with Lester to go to the company to familiarize herself with the business. Walking into the garage, she took a deep breath. This was supposed to be her original life. The 600-square-meter basement garage was full of Jameson’s car collections over the years, and the car key in her hand was handed over to her this morning. Yesterday, Sasha told her aunt that the new An Mart at the international auto show looked good, and today, it was delivered to her garage.
At Thysha Tower, Sasha got out of the car and tossed the key to the doorman to park the car before heading in.
“Hey, ma’am, what are you doing?” As soon as Sasha entered the lobby, someone came out and stopped her.
Sasha slightly pressed down her sunglasses and said, “I’m here for Lester Payer.”
The female receptionist sized her up. Seeing Sasha’s clothes without any logos, she couldn’t tell the brand. Her face darkened at Sasha’s casual look as she uttered, “Come over here.”
Sasha walked to the reception desk and saw two receptionists with heavy makeup. The woman who stopped her earlier threw out a notebook. “Appointment registration.”
Sasha felt a little strange as she thought, "Is Thysha Corporation using such a primitive method to register clients’ information like this?" After Sasha wrote her information, the receptionist unceremoniously took back the pen and notebook. She pointed to a couch in the corner. “Wait over there.”
Turning her head, Sasha saw a row of women in skirts sitting on the couch. They looked either pure or sultry, eagerly looking at the CEO’s private elevator. Sasha was confused. Lester had been notorious for being flirtatious in the past few years, but she felt this was a bit too exaggerated. She thought, "The receptionist thinks I’m one of those women?"
“Heh… I have something to talk about with Lester. I’m not his pursuer,” Sasha explained patiently.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
The receptionist was impatient. “Got it, got it. Just wait over there.”
Although Sasha had a good temper, she was angry now and made a call on her phone. “Get down here now!”
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