Mr. Remus Your Billionaire Wife Wants a Divorce

Curtis lowered his head guiltily. “Mr. Remus, we’re still searching. Shortly after Miss Silvia

left the mansion, she disappeared from the surveillance camera. Tracking her down has

been challenging. As of now, we haven’t been able to pinpoint her exact location.” “Keep

searching!” Once Curtis left, Neil’s frustration grew. He could no longer concentrate on the

documents. …… It was past midnight when Silvia returned to her mansion in North City.

She barely had the energy to open the door. Unfortunately, her legs gave way as soon as

she stepped inside. As such, she collapsed on the floor. Suddenly, someone grabbed her

by the waist. Silvia wanted to see who it was, but she lacked the energy to open her eyes.

Just before she lost consciousness, she heard a faint sigh. When Silvia regained

consciousness, she noticed that someone had tended to her injuries. She sat up, put on

her pajamas, and slowly walked outside. She was drenched in sweat by the time she got

downstairs. Hearing voices from the kitchen, she headed in that direction and saw Chris

walking out with a bowl of chicken soup. Chris was surprised to see Silvia. He quickly put

the bowl on a table and rushed over to support her. “The doctor said you need to—”

Before he could finish, Silvia pressed a dagger against his throat. “Why are you here?!”

Silvia sounded cold unlike her usual self. She had already told Chris not to come again. Yet,

he showed up after she got injured last night. It was too much of a coincidence. Chris was

stunned before he explained, “I left a script here. When I returned to retrieve it, I saw you

collapse. I realized you were injured after I helped you up, so I called a doctor to tend to

your wounds.” Seeing that Silvia was still doubtful, he helplessly said, “If I really wanted to

harm you, do you think you’d still be alive right now?” After a brief silence, Silvia finally

lowered the dagger. She looked at him apologetically and said, “I’m sorry for

misunderstanding you.” Chris smiled. “It’s alright. Also, you don’t have to worry. I won’t

ask you about anything. The doctor will keep this a secret too.” “Okay.” Once Chris noticed

that Silvia had finally lowered her defenses, he brought her the bowl of chicken soup and

said, “Have some soup first. You lost a lot of blood, so you need to regain your strength.”

“Thank you.” As Silvia sipped on the soup, the doorbell suddenly rang. Chris walked over

to the door and saw Neil outside. A cunning look flashed in his eyes, but he quickly opened

the door. “Mr. Remus, Silvia is—” Chris did not get to finish his sentence as Neil pushed

him aside and entered. Neil’s expression turned cold when he spotted Silvia. “Silvia Pond!

You’ve been missing for days because you’ve been with your boy toy the whole time?!”

Before Silvia could respond, Chris explained, “Mr. Remus, please don’t misunderstand.

Silvia—” “I’m not talking to you! Is Silvia mute? Why do you need to speak on her

behalf?!” Neil cut him off in a chilly tone. Chris’s expression darkened. He frowned and

said, “You’re Silvia’s husband, but you seem unaware of what she’s been through the past

few—” “Chris!” Taking a deep breath, Silvia calmly gazed at him and said, “Thank you for

taking care of me. You can leave now. I’ll treat you to dinner someday as a token of my

gratitude.” Disappointment crossed Chris’s eyes, but he nodded and said, “Alright. Take

care and rest well.” Then, Chris took his script and left. Only Silvia and Neil were left in the

living room. An oppressive silence filled the air. Silvia continued to drink her soup as if

nothing had happened. Neil sneered when he saw this. “Don’t you think you owe me an

explanation?” Silvia said nothing. She got up, retrieved a card from a drawer near the TV,

and placed it on the table. “There’s fifty million on this card. Let’s get divorced tomorrow.”

She sounded indifferent. “Silvia Pond!” Neil glared at her. He grabbed her wrist and sternly

asked, “What’s between you and Chris Rios?!” His grip nearly caused her to stumble. She

shot him an impatient look. “You saw it yourself. I’ve prepared fifty million dollars like you

requested. Can we get a divorce now?” Neil scoffed with an icy gaze. “Is this fifty million

your reward for spending time with him these past few days? Chris Rios is pretty

generous, but are you worth that much?” Seeing the disdain and mockery in his eyes,

Silvia frowned. “How I got this money has nothing to do with you. Don’t forget that you

promised to divorce me if I give you the money!” Neil threw the bank card onto the table

and stared at Silvia. “You may not find it distasteful to get the money this way, but I do!”

Anger flashed in Siliva’s eyes. “Are you going to back out of our deal?!” “I set the rules! I

won’t accept this money or agree to a divorce!” Silvia sneered as she looked at his angry

face. “Neil, I never expected you to be so forgiving. You think that I had S** with Chris, yet

you still refuse to divorce me. I’m impressed!” Neil’s gaze turned cold. “You’ve been

unfaithful to me, so why would I comply with your wishes?” “Whatever. I gave you the

money, but you refused to accept it. In that case, I’ll file for divorce!” “Go ahead. Let’s see

who dares to take your case!” Immediately after, Neil left the mansion. Silvia’s b*dy

reached its limit after she stood up for so long. She sank into her chair as blood seeped

from her injured abdomen. Over the next few days, Silvia rested in the mansion in North

City. She only returned to work once she made a full recovery. On her first day back at

work, Darrion mocked and ridiculed her during a meeting. “Miss Pond, you disappeared for

a few days after you offended Mr. Walls. You’re the president. Don’t you think you should

have some sense of responsibility?” Silvia scoffed. She slammed the document on the

table and gave Darrion a cold look. “I have a question too, Mr. Torres. You’re aware that Mr.

Walls is a pervert, so why did you have me negotiate this deal? What’s your hidden

motive?” Silvia’s forthright approach caught Darrion off guard. He was momentarily

stunned before he clenched his teeth and said, “Mr. Walls is an important client of the

company. What’s the harm in sacrificing yourself if it allows us to secure a deal with him?

Miss Pond, if you’re unwilling to make sacrifices, how can we trust you to manage the

company effectively?” Silvia could not be bothered to show him respect. “If you’re so keen

on making sacrifices, why don’t you sleep with Justus Walls? Once you successfully get

him to sign the contract, I’ll reward you handsomely,” she said coldly. Darrion’s face

turned red with anger. He slammed his hand on the table and stormed out. Silvia was

indifferent to his leaving. “Let’s continue our meeting.” After the meeting, Silvia asked

everyone to leave except for Sigwald. Sigwald was a little anxious, but he put on a calm

front. “Miss Pond, what can I do for you?” Silvia gave him a friendly smile and said, “Well, I

just want to remind you not to pick the wrong side. Otherwise, you might end up with

nothing.” Sigwald was Dulcie’s uncle. Three years ago, Leroy Reed, Dulcie’s father, had

borrowed money from Sigwald to gamble. He lost, so Dulcie offered Sigwald 10% of MY

Corporation’s shares to settle the debt. This made Sigwald a shareholder of the company.

Silvia was okay with it as long as the shareholders did not cause any trouble. However, if

they intended to create problems behind the scenes, she would kick them out one by one.

Sigwald continued to smile. “Don’t worry, Miss Pond. I won’t take sides.” “Good to know.”

Later that evening, Silvia found Neil standing at the door when she returned to the

mansion. She frowned and intended to ignore him. However, he grabbed her wrist as she

walked past him. “Silvia, come back with me!”