This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr

“That’s fine. I can—”

“So it’s settled then. I’ll call you when I reach your building. Right, I have to go; I have a couple of things

to attend to. See you later.” With that, he ended the call and set his phone aside before looking at Tom,

who had just come into the office with documents in hand.

Tom placed the documents on the desk in front of Toby and reported grimly, “President Fuller, we’ve

looked into it and found that neither the Gray nor the Stone Family helped Tina get away, which means

someone else helped her escape.”

“Someone else?” Toby took up the documents, the frown on his face so deep that it seemed imprinted.

“Did you find out who it was?”

Tom shook his head. “No, but one thing we’re sure of is that her accomplices aren’t from Seafield. I

looked into it, and there’s been no activity in Seafield that might be connected to Tina and her escape.”

“Does that mean there are forces from other cities and countries that are helping her?” Toby guessed

with a grimace.

Adjusting his glasses, Tom answered gravely, “Yes, but if that were to be the case, then we’d have a hard

time finding the persons who helped her.”

After all, theirs was only one of the many cities in the country, and with all the other countries in the

world, there was no telling which forces had allied themselves with Tina. If the territory had been within

Seafield perimeters, investigations would be a lot easier going forward.

Presently, Toby narrowed his eyes and ordered, “Send someone over to Miles’ location.”

“President Fuller, do you think Miles helped Tina escape?”

“He was the one who helped Tina keep me under mind control, so I wouldn’t put it past him to help her

now.”

Tom nodded. “That makes sense. Very well, then. I’ll send a team over after this.”

With a somber hum, Toby said, “By the way, have you looked into Quentin’s death?”

Tom sighed tiredly as he replied, “We haven’t made much progress, seeing how it’s been years since the

accident. Moreover, there were no cameras at the location of the car crash, so it’s nearly impossible to

track down the reckless driver who killed him.”

Toby’s lips were pressed into a grim line. “I see. Continue the investigation.”

Toby had to do all that he could to find out the truth behind Quentin’s death. He hoped that the man really

did die from an accident, but if he hadn’t, then Toby naturally took it upon himself to uncover the details

of his death. He wanted to avenge Quentin, or he would have died and given up his heart to Toby in vain.

“Yes, President Fuller.” Tom acknowledged his superior’s demand but suddenly thought of something

and added, “Also, we ran into problems trying to pinpoint Declan’s exact whereabouts.”

“What do you mean?” Toby demanded, frowning.

Looking uneasy, Tom elaborated, “Initially, we kept a close eye on Carl and his activity and successfully

confirmed that Declan smuggled abroad, so we sent men over to the location before Carl could beat us

to catching Declan. However, Carl seemed to have caught on to our plans and intervened to cover up

Declan’s tracks, so now we lost him.”

“He doesn’t want us to find Declan?” Toby asked, growing sullen.

Carl had a score to settle with Declan, so it was unlikely that he would help the latter cover his tracks. I

bet this means the only reasonable explanation for his intervention is that he’s trying to stop me!

Tom nodded. “Most likely so. Carl may have his own plans for Declan, and he doesn’t want us to

intervene.”

A cold smirk played on Toby’s lips as he drawled, “Well, what a coincidence. I have my own plans for

Declan as well. Go and hire one of the top hackers in the world; I refuse to believe that Carl is the best

hacker there is.”

“Yes, sir,” Tom said with a firm nod, then turned to leave the office.

Toby placed his right hand on his desk and tapped his fingers lightly against the surface, his eyes

gleaming ominously.

…

That afternoon, Sonia wrapped up her work and summoned her assistant. “Here, hand out these

documents accordingly.”

The assistant nodded. “Yes, President Reed.” She marched forward and carried the documents in her

arms, then made to leave.

Just then, Sonia stopped her. “Wait a minute.”

Halting in her tracks, the assistant asked politely, “Is there anything else I can help you with, President

Reed?”

Sonia flicked her wrist to loosen the strain she had put on it from hours of work. “Is Daphne not back

yet?”

With a shake of her head, the assistant replied, “No.”

Sonia’s brows furrowed. It’s been hours. She should be back by now. I can’t even get through her

phone... Snapping out of her thoughts, she flashed the assistant a quick smile and dismissed her, saying,

“Alright, then. You may go back to your desk.”

The assistant excused herself out of courtesy and began to make her way out the door.

At that moment, Sonia’s phone screen lit up with a new message. She glanced down to see that it was a

text from Toby, which read, ‘I’m outside your company.’

Outside? She blinked at this. He actually came? She rose from her seat and hurried to the balcony, then

looked down at the scene below the building.

True enough, as she looked down from the height of her balcony, she could pick out Toby’s gleaming,

luxurious Maybach from among the cars idling by the curb. He was currently parked across the street

from the company building entrance.

For some reason, at the sight of his car, Sonia suddenly felt as if she was a wife whose husband was

waiting to pick her up after work.

Blushing furiously at this, she hurriedly shook off such nonsensical thoughts and texted Toby, ‘I’m coming

down now!’