Chapter 18
In the top–floor conference room of the Sanchez Group, outside the floor–to–ceiling window was the brightly lit city.
From today on, the Sanchez Group is no more. She raised her hand and pushed the final document toward the man who had been silent at the end of the table,
The document slid in front of Hendrix, its cover boldly displaying Notice of Position Adjustment–he was to retain the title of president, but all decision–making power was stripped away, and he had to submit daily work reports to Alexandra.
Hendrix stared at the document, his fingers trembling slightly, yet he didn’t reach out to take it.
Alexandra watched him and suddenly laughed What’s wrong, Mr. Sanchez Not satisfied
The meeting room fell dead silent.
Hendrix slowly looked up, his once eagle–sharp dark eyes now dull and lifeless, as if drained of all vitality. He re- mained silent for several seconds before finally reaching for the pen and signing his name on the document.
Mr. Sanchez, your daily report.
The secretary placed a file on Hendrix’s desk, her tone respectful but eyes filled with pity.
Hendrix numbly opened it.
Sanchez Group Maintenance Progress Report
It detailed records of
Daily cleaning frequency of the company sign;
Watering status of office plants;
Number of visitors received at the front desk (zero).
Alexandra closed her eyes and signed her name.
This was Alexandra’s demand.
He had to sign personally to confirm his daily ‘management‘ of this shell company.
At the open–air café, Alexandra meticulously sliced her steak, the knife scraping faintly against the porcelain plate.
Your steak–cutting technique remains as savage as ever, Yrian chuckled, effortlessly taking her plate to dice the meat into bite–sized pieces. Like dissecting a sworn enemy.
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Alexandra arched an eyebrow Maybe it is
Yrian slid the plate back, his fingertips lightly brushing her hand How does revenge taste
Alexandra gazed at the lake, where sunlight fractured into countless golden shards upon the water.
More hollow… than I imagined, she murmured.
Yrian gazed at her profile and suddenly spoke There’s an astronomy exhibition tonight. Want to go
Astronomy exhibition
Yeah. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. You said when you were little, you loved stargazing most.
Alexandra froze momentarily… She had indeed said that, long ago, on a drunken night.
She never expected him to remember.
Under the planetarium’s starry dome, Alexandra watched the simulated Milky Way slowly rotate.
Yrian stood behind her, his arm loosely encircling her shoulders, shielding her from jostling crowds.
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Alexandra turned her head, suddenly noticing how his eyelashes gleamed extra long in the blue light, like frost–kissed stardust.
Unconsciously, the space between them shrank, drawing nearer…
Alexandra!
A raspy roar erupted from behind.
Alexandra turned and saw Hendrix standing at the foot of the steps, his face deathly pale, eyes bloodshot.
He stared fixedly at Yrian’s hand resting on her shoulder, his chest heaving violently Who is he!
The corridor lights in the planetarium cast a cold white glow.
Alexandra leaned against the wall, casually adjusting her cuff Mr. Sanchez, need I remind you This is stalking and ha-
rassment.
Hendrix’s fists clenched until his knuckles cracked I asked you who he is!
Yrian, she smiled faintly. My partner, boyfriend, or future husband… define it however you like.
…Husband
The word stabbed into Hendrix’s heart like a knife.
He grabbed her wrist abruptly We’re not divorced yet!
Alexandra looked down at his hand and suddenly laughed Divorce Hendrix, don’t forget, our marriage certificate was
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