A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 126 Divorce Agreement

Braylen quickly replied, “Yes. If you are not in a hurry, we can do it another day. But I have to go on a business trip

tomorrow. If you want to change the date, I won’t be free until next weekend.”

Darlene took a look at the calendar. Today was Tuesday. She would have to wait for almost another half a month

before she could meet him again.

Moreover, at that time, she might not be free to get out.

Darlene tightened her grip on her phone, hesitating over whether she should trust Braylen for once.

However, she did not think that there was anything about her worth him deceiving. On the contrary, he said that he

wanted to get the shares of the Gallard Group by helping her to get a divorce, which sounded more made sense.

Darlene really wanted to divorce Avery. She felt that as long as they divorced, she might have hope for many

things.

For example, after she died, Avery couldn’t control Reina and Nigel any longer.

Thinking of this, Darlene gritted her teeth and replied, “Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

It was almost six o’clock. If she took a taxi, she would probably meet a traffic jam. She

should set off now.

Braylen replied to her with a smile emoji and said no more.

Darlene looked at Rachel Dern, the maid who chaperoned Reina all the time, and pretended to send a voice

message with her phone. “Roselyn, you can’t get into the inpatient building at night without a card key. I will have

Rachel get down to pick you up.”

After that, Darlene put her phone aside and looked at Rachel. “Rachel, Roselyn has brought the dinner she made

over. Could you please get down to pick her up? I don’t

want her to get hurt.”

Rachel did not think much. She nodded and put down the things in her hands and went

out.

Avery went to the company in a hurry. After Rachel left, Darlene got up and looked out

carefully. There were no other bodyguards or servants guarding outside the ward.

Avery probably thought that Darlene would not dare to go anywhere since Reina and Nigel were still here.

Darlene put on a mask and left the ward, walking down the stairs through the fire

escape.

Braylen was sitting in a private room on the top floor of Twilight Paradise. He threw his phone on the coffee table

and sneered.

How come it would be so easy for Darlene to take the bait?

Didn’t she really know why he wanted to see her in Twilight Paradise?

Braylen thought of Josefina, who had chosen another man and left him a divorce. agreement before she

disappeared.

Braylen could not figure it out for a long time. Probably it was because no one had ever

fooled him like that since he was little.

Did Josefina really feel wronged about marrying him? How could she betray him for a stupid bastard?

Braylen believed that he had treated Josefina well in those years, so after she left, he

tested many women.

All those women were exactly like Josefina. In the beginning, they all acted distant and

innocent.

But none of them refused when he brought them home. When he gave them the check

with his signatures, all of their eyebrows danced.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, he suddenly felt a little sick and lost much interest

in this stupid game. He even had the idea of leaving directly.

Among the young men sitting around, someone joked, “After Ms. Hogan left, you drink

more, Mr. Swale. But the wine will hurt you. You should drink less.”

Douglas, who was drunk and sat not far away, said disapprovingly, “The only thing who will hurt you is your wife.

Women outside are better. If not for the fact that my wife’s family is powerful, I would have divorced her a long

time ago.”

The others laughed and echoed, “Mr. Nixon, you should have kept your voice down. I have seen Mr. Walpole here

many times recently. If he heard what you said, I’m afraid it would be difficult for you to give your wife an

explanation.”

Douglas gave him a disdainful look, but he was obviously worried when he heard it. He secretly glanced at the door

and quickly lowered his voice.

His wife came from the Walpole family, or else he wouldn’t have been so henpecked.

Thinking of something, Douglas asked, “Mr. Swale, you said that you could call Ms. Garcia out. You are not kidding,

right? That woman is rather peppery. Will she really listen to you?”

Douglas recalled the scene when Darlene stabbed him in the neck with broken glass pieces when he tried to molest

Darlene in the private room before. He almost died in the hands of that woman that day.

Douglas was always angry about what happened that day, so when he heard Braylen call Darlene over, he was

immediately interested and decided to vent his anger this time.

Braylen sneered, “She is just a woman, and women are all the same. The only difference between them is whether

they have excellent acting skills or not.”

Douglas drank too much and started to speak without thinking, “How do you know if this Ms. Garcia has acting skills

or not, Mr. Swale? Have you already tasted her? Is Ms. Garcia one of your bedmates?”

Braylen narrowed his eyes and looked over, his expression changing.

Douglas immediately fell silent and started to clear his throat, not daring to say anything.

The people sitting around noticed that Braylen was not in a good mood. None of them continued to joke around,

and the atmosphere cooled down.

Suddenly, the door of the private room was pushed open and Darlene walked in.

Douglas‘ eyes lit up, and he whistled frivolously, “Well, well, well. Here she is!

“I thought it would be difficult to invite Ms. Garcia out. You are right, Mr. Swale. She is also a woman who has

excellent acting skills. I thought she was really that pure as she acted.”

Hearing this, Darlene paused.

Her gaze swept across the few young men and the middle–aged man sitting in the room. She frowned and turned

to look at Braylen. “Are you playing me, Mr. Swale?”

Braylen smiled and said, “What are you talking about, Ms. Garcia? Mr. Nixon, don’t talk nonsense. I invited Ms.

Garcia here to talk about business. This is Mr. Baker. You should have already seen his photo, Ms. Garcia. He is a

famous lawyer under the Swale Group.”

Braylen patted the sofa beside him. “Ms. Garcia, come over and take a seat. I just happened to have a social

meeting with them today. Don’t worry. They won’t get nosy.”

Darlene looked at the middle–aged man beside her. It was indeed Hank. She had met him before because of

Aleena’s matter.

Therefore, she still walked over and greeted him.

Hank just nodded at her and then focused on his wine again. This kind of situation was not something that he could

meddle in.

Braylen pushed the contract to her. “Take a look and tell me if there is a problem. All the conditions that I have

listed on this paper are for you to fulfill after your divorce, Ms. Garcia. So, you won’t suffer any loss.”

There was something else in the tone of his voice. He lowered his voice to a volume that only they could hear with a

smile, “Other than the shares, which I want to get, we have also agreed on one night. Deal, Ms. Garcia?”

Darlene flipped through the contract. Without hesitation, she signed at the end of the contract and pushed it back

to him.

“Mr. Swale, Mr. Baker, how are you going to help me then? What should I do next?”

Braylen gave her a copy of the contract and put away the other two copies to himself. He then gave her a glass of

wine.

“Ms. Garcia, don’t get anxious. Nothing can be settled down in such a hurry. Why don’t you have a few drinks with

Mr. Baker first? We are adults, not teenagers. You can talk

whatever you want when you two get familiar with each other.”