Hugo Quinn walked far away and returned to sit in his own car.
For some inexplicable reason, his heart was restless. He sat in the driver’s seat and lit a cigarette.
But until the cigarette burned out, he didn’t take a single puff. Only when it burned his fingers did he panic and extinguished the cigarette.
Marcus is his only son, and Eleanor Hollis is the woman he loves. It pains his heart no matter who gets hurt.
He restarted the car and drove towards the company.
The people at Grandeur were surprised to see him, as he hadn’t been to the company in a long time. Lately, Lan Yancy had been handling everything.
Hugo Quinn pushed open the office door and as expected, saw Lan Yancy sitting on the sofa inside, carefully reading a document.
Seeing him come in, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Hugo nodded and sat down in front of him.
"I want you to investigate Jean Nash, the person she met today. Find out who they are. That person holds leverage over Jean Nash. I overheard their conversation."
Lan Yancy nodded, hesitating for a moment as a thought crossed his mind.
"President, what about Miss Hollis?"
He hadn’t contacted Miss Hollis for a while, and had directly announced their divorce on Weibo. By Miss Hollis’ nature, she must be terribly upset.
Hugo Quinn uttered these three words indifferently, his whole body tense. It was clear that his mood was troubled now.
Lan Yancy hurried to look into Jean Nash’s matters. Recently, all phones had been monitored by Jean Nash’s people. It was the first time he realized a woman’s mind could be so meticulous.
Jean Nash was a woman who wouldn’t stop at anything. It was right for the President to distance himself from Miss Hollis, or else Jean Nash would target her.
But as the person involved, Miss Hollis must be very sad.
Jean Nash was already sitting at the arranged meeting location. The man looked haggard, but upon seeing her, his eyes were full of delight.
"Jean, you finally agreed to see me."
He reached out and grabbed the hand Jean Nash had placed on the table.
Jean Nash’s eyes remained calm, and she didn’t pull away.
Shawn Yates had never seen her so indifferent. Everything had seemed normal that morning, and before leaving, she had even kissed him. Why did she leave a divorce agreement after he went to work? Googlᴇ search NoveI~Fire.net
She said she was going to find her true soulmate. They had been married for three years, yet had there really been no feelings between them?
Jean Nash clenched her fist slightly. Seeing him so haggard made her feel strange.
"Shawn, you weren’t in the beginning. You were gentle and courteous. Look at yourself now, completely like a capricious debutante!"
Joel Yates pursed his lips. If it weren’t for her, how would he have become ?
He had given his all, only to receive a divorce agreement in return.
"Jean Nash, think carefully. In the few years we’ve been together, did you really not love me at all? Not even a bit? Yes, I wasn’t the one who saved you back then, but for three years, I genuinely loved you. I can’t believe you didn’t feel it."
Shawn Yates’ eyes were full of grievances, his eyes reddening.
"You’re mocking that I’m different now from before. Who am I now? I’m just a man who lost his beloved. If changing my ways can bring you back, I’m willing to be anyone you want."
Jean Nash’s hand flinched, wanting to withdraw, but Shawn Yates held it tightly.
"Jean, come back. Even if he saved you when you were young, so what? You don’t love him that much. You’re just rationally thinking you should marry him."
Shawn Yates’ eyes held a glimmer of hope, watching her carefully.
But Jean Nash still withdrew her hand, her gaze indifferent.
"Where are those photos and videos?"
Shawn Yates lowered his head, pursing his lips, saying nothing.
Jean Nash understood his temperament. They had been together for three years and knew each other well.
"If you won’t say, then take me to where you live now."
The photos and videos should be there.
Shawn Yates lifted his head, eyes bright.
"I live where we used to live. The layout hasn’t changed a bit, waiting for the lady of the house to return."
Jean Nash looked impatient, already standing up.
The two got into the car parked outside. Shawn Yates’ lips curled into a happy smile.
It was the place where they first met and lived together. Though unmarried at the time, they shared many sweet nights.
The car soon stopped in front of an apartment. Jean Nash got out first, not caring if Shawn Yates would follow.
By the code lock, she entered her birthday without hesitation.
This apartment was bought by Shawn Yates, and the code was her birthday. Every password he had was always her birthday.
Said the display, a flicker of surprise in Jean Nash’s eyes. Had he changed the password?
Shawn Yates caught up, seeing her entering a password, a trace of smugness in his eyes.
"It’s no longer your birthday. You can’t steal the photos and videos."
Jean Nash uttered an indifferent "hmm," standing aside. "If you don’t enter the password, how do we get in?"
Shawn Yates hid his smile, sneakily entered a few numbers into the password lock.
"It’s our wedding anniversary, isn’t it?"
Jean Nash stood beside, her words as detached as ever.
Shawn Yates’ eyes showed surprise, his response nearly reflexive.
Jean Nash’s lips curled slightly, unaware even herself.
Once inside, she immediately went to Shawn Yates’ computer, turning it on and entering the password.
Still her birthday. This man never changed.
She deleted all the videos on it, permanently.
Shawn Yates stood aside without stopping her. Once she finished, he scoffed aloud.
"Do you think they were only on the computer? I have countless computers, each holding copies. Many are abroad just to prevent you from deleting them, with some even printed out. I know you have skilled hackers by your side."
Jean Nash’s face darkened instantly, looking up at him.
"What do you really want?"
Shawn Yates’ expression softened, gripping her hand.
"You’ve always known my goal. Return to my side, Jean. We were so happy together. Why chase after another man?"