Eleanor Winslow came to find Blake Lockwood the next day, and Blake was painting in the garden.
"You really have the leisure for this," Eleanor didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Blake put down her brush, "What else? I can’t let a worthless man affect my life."
"I bumped into Vivian Quinn representing Hawthorne Corporation for a business deal yesterday." Eleanor watched Blake’s reaction.
Blake wasn’t surprised at all, she put down her brush and said, "She’s staying at the Hawthorne’s old mansion now. If she has a ’treasure’ in her belly and can’t get anything from under Trevor Hawthorne’s parents’ noses, then she’s useless."
Eleanor angrily cursed the Hawthorne family in her heart.
Her expression seemed so righteously indignant that it made Blake laugh: "Eleanor, don’t worry, don’t be mad, it’s not worth it. I’m about to get divorced."
"Trevor Hawthorne agreed?"
Blake was about to answer when a Bugatti sped towards the villa and came to a screeching halt.
Trevor Hawthorne got out of the car, still wearing his work suit, with long legs stepping down swiftly, walking with fury, looking as if he was here to pick a fight. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
Blake stood up from the chair, a smile tugged at her lips, meeting Trevor’s gaze directly.
Today she wore a red long dress, her curly hair swaying with the hem in the wind, like she was embracing a new beginning, full of hope.
This joyful and expectant look only made Trevor feel glaringly uncomfortable, like she was provoking him.
"Blake Lockwood, what exactly do you want?" Trevor pulled out a stamped piece of paper.
"Don’t you understand the divorce petition from the court?" Blake retorted.
Eleanor looked at Blake in astonishment.
Trevor’s thin lips pressed tightly. His handsome face always had a sharp, aggressive look, and now with anger, it looked even more intimidating.
But Blake had been looking at this face for nearly two years, and she had long gotten used to it, not scared at all — moreover, she had a rebellious personality.
"Blake Lockwood, what if I said I didn’t have relations with Vivian Quinn, the child in her belly isn’t mine?"
Blake Lockwood widened her eyes in shock, but soon, she burst out laughing.
"Young Master Hawthorne, after thinking for so many days, you’ve only come up with this lame excuse?"
"The child in her belly might be a Hawthorne’s, but it’s not mine."
"What do you mean?" Eleanor couldn’t help but be curious.
Trevor didn’t answer, he only glanced at Eleanor before looking at Blake again.
Eleanor had an intuition that only if Blake asked would he be interested in answering.
"Oh, I’m not interested." Blake shrugged, "I just want a divorce."
Trevor felt his heart burning with rage, grabbed Blake’s wrist, "Do you really want to leave me that much? What’s wrong with having someone to take care of you?"
"I have a rebellious nature, relying on others too much gives me a stomachache."
Blake stopped her playful attitude, her entire demeanor turning cold, her striking features exuding a hint of aloof elegance.
"Trevor Hawthorne, everyone needs their dignity, let’s not make things too ugly, okay?"
Suppressed anger simmered in Trevor’s eyes, he wanted to say something but probably held back because Eleanor was there.
"Miss Winslow, it seems you’ve given up the divorce idea, perhaps you could persuade her." Trevor said.
Eleanor found it ridiculous: "Why don’t you exchange some words with Adrian Grant, he’s heard me curse you many times."
After Trevor left, Blake turned to instruct the servants to pack away the brushes and such.
"I thought about it before, actually filing for divorce is the fastest way." Eleanor hadn’t expected Blake would do it.
The two exchanged a knowing smile.
Eleanor recalled Trevor’s words from earlier, "The child Vivian Quinn is carrying really might not be Trevor’s; once the child is further along, an amniotic fluid test will reveal the truth."
Whether the child is biological or not, DNA doesn’t change, Trevor had no reason to lie for months, and certainly not with such a poorly constructed lie.
"I know," Blake said calmly.
"You know?" Eleanor was shocked.
"If the child in Vivian Quinn’s belly were really Trevor’s, she should be carefully ensuring a stable pregnancy, not hastily and forcefully making demands. Her current complacency is simply guilt showing."
"And yet you... still choose divorce?" Eleanor was shocked.
Blake was different from her; when she proposed divorce, it was because she loved Adrian Grant, but felt disheartened by him.
Blake’s expression turned cold, "The Hawthorne’s publicly bringing Vivian Quinn into the house, if I don’t do something, those people would think I’m an easy target because I no longer have parents."
Trevor returned home temporarily after receiving the court notification. After Eleanor’s words, he changed his route to find Adrian Grant.
Adrian had initially thought Trevor was there to discuss cooperation, didn’t expect, as soon as he arrived, Trevor asked, "How did you persuade Eleanor to give up the divorce idea?"
The marketing director, who hadn’t yet left the CEO’s office, stiffened at the question, almost instinctively turning to look, but managed to hold back.
Pretending he heard nothing, he hurried away.
Once out the door, he immediately found the legal director who knew the most internal details: [Damn! It’s confirmed! She’s truly the legitimate boss lady!]
"Young Master Hawthorne, are we that familiar?"
Adrian Grant looked at the uninvited guest expressionlessly, wanting to kick him out.
Starting the conversation with divorce, what a bad omen!
Trevor Hawthorne didn’t have the slightest awareness of being uninvited, "Your wife said she cursed me several times facing you, how could you not know?"
Upon hearing Eleanor’s name, Adrian’s brow slightly raised.
Eleanor’s intent to divorce had left Adrian feeling suffocated for days, but now seeing Trevor having a tougher time, he suddenly felt better.
Adrian didn’t want to discuss much about his issues with Eleanor, took a sip of coffee and said to Trevor, "Young Master Hawthorne, if you don’t want Miss Lockwood to leave, why not be a bit kinder."
"Me be kinder to her?" Trevor sneered, his face almost expressing, ’Does she even deserve it?’.
Adrian shrugged, showing he was helpless.
Trevor clicked his tongue, silently gritting his teeth in thought: Be kinder? Blake Lockwood fears nothing, lacks nothing, what kindness could possibly sway her?