Chapter 1: She Is Your Wife, or Rather, Your Ex-Wife

The global architectural design competition submissions ended in late March, and Polly Song dove into the construction site with her senior brothers and sisters as soon as the submissions were over.

She stayed on the site for three months, and as soon as she came out, she was dragged to a reception party by her senior sister.

At the bustling party, Polly Song was like a little mouse that had fallen into a vat of grease, looking and eating along the way, satisfied with all the food in her mouth and hands.

Emma Turner came over with a wine glass from the side, and seeing Polly Song happily eating, she slapped the back of her head.

Polly Song yelped and nearly fell into the cake, rubbing her head as she turned to Emma Turner, "What are you doing, senior sister?"

"Did you come just to eat?" Emma Turner grabbed Polly Song, "Look at those women around you, dressed to the nines, what do you think it's for?"

Polly Song called out, hiding behind her senior brother, pouting while continuing to eat, mumbling, "Tendering relies on skill, not good looks."

Emma Turner glared at her, frustrated, "The fact that they could host such a big party in this backwater shows that this boss has money."

"Senior sister, the richer they are, the more stingy they get, haggling over every penny, designing office buildings for them isn't worth it."

"Why do you talk as if you're a rich person?" Emma Turner looked at her eloquent little junior sister.

Polly Song made a sound, her eyes started to wander, "Just guessing, isn't that how it's portrayed on TV?"

"Rich people on TV are always generous, giving the heroine millions and millions."

Polly Song paused briefly, then casually said, "There's also the possibility of giving five million."

Emma Turner increasingly felt that her little junior sister, whose mind seemed a bit off, had a problem.

"Alright, Grace Ginger has never liked these kinds of events, don't make it hard for her." Their senior brother patted Polly Song's head, his eyes full of indulgence.

Emma Turner couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Just keep spoiling her."

Polly Song smiled contentedly, hiding behind her senior brother while secretly enjoying the little cake he sneaked her.

Not far away, Victoria was talking to someone, and Polly Song's laugh inadvertently caught her eye.

The person talking to Victoria wasn't a stranger, it was Polly Song's mentor, the renowned architecture scholar Oliver Walker. Seeing Victoria looking over, he said, "President Parker, that's my student."

Oliver Walker gestured for the three of them to come over.

Polly Song, still eating, was dragged over by Emma Turner.

"My cake..."

"This is President Parker, the host of the tender event."

Polly Song had barely steadied herself when the sight of the man scared the wits out of her, suddenly feeling her ascension to heaven wasn't far.

Victoria Parker!

Why is it him?

Finished, finished, three years ago he didn't strangle her to death, now he'll surely continue strangling her.

What to do? What to do? What should I do now?

"President Parker, this is my youngest apprentice, Polly Song, who won the gold medal at last year's World Architecture Competition and reached the semi-finals this year."

Polly Song wished she could disappear into the ground, just hoping her mentor wouldn't say more, she feared for her life!

Victoria Parker looked at the shadow hiding behind the man, her smile had just been dazzling.

"Miss Song, have we met before?"

Polly Song had been hiding behind her senior brother to prevent Victoria's fiery temper from landing a blow, not expecting to hear such a sentence, suddenly feeling like spring had returned and life was filled with joy again.

So Polly Song discreetly poked her head out, firmly and decisively replying, "No, we haven't met."

Victoria Parker gave her a glance, exchanged a few more words with Mr. Walker, and then left with Andrew Lindsey without looking at Polly Song again.

Polly Song watched him walk away and finally breathed a sigh of relief, he terrified her.

But Victoria Parker forgetting her was indeed tremendously good news.

"Grace Ginger, do you know President Parker?" The professor inquired.

"I don't know him, how would I know such an important person?" Polly Song chuckled in response, finally Victoria Parker had forgotten her, she'd be crazy to go looking to connect with him now.

The professor nodded slightly, "This Victoria Parker is not simple, best not to have too many interactions with him in private."

"Professor, who exactly is Victoria Parker?" Emma Turner hadn't expected Victoria Parker to be such a character, stunningly handsome, not enough words could describe him.

"Not someone to mess with, don't be fooled by the fact he's only been in charge of Parker Corporation for three months, no one in the business world dares underestimate him. Seems gentle and elegant, but he's ruthless, devours without mercy."

Polly Song nodded in agreement with her professor's words, indeed, he was ruthless, just seeing him, Polly Song felt suffocated.

Victoria Parker glanced back at Polly Song's direction before leaving, she seemed to be playfully bickering with the man beside her, smiling happily while grabbing a piece of pastry.

Once in the car, Victoria Parker adjusted his cuffs, asking his assistant, "The name Polly Song sounds familiar."

Andrew Lindsey paused slightly while closing the car door, thoughtfully replying, "She was your wife, or rather, your ex-wife."

Hearing this, Victoria Parker looked up at Andrew Lindsey.

His wife?

The woman who used his grandmother to marry him, he remembered she didn't look like this back then, at least not this thin, he honestly forgot her name.

"Ex-wife?"

He'd almost forgotten he had ever married, how would he remember a divorce?

"A year ago, after the old lady passed, the lady decided to give Miss Song five million to divorce you. Miss Song took the money, signed the divorce papers, and left the Parker Family."

If he remembered correctly, Miss Song had joyously bought him milk tea to celebrate after signing the divorce papers!

But he dared not tell his boss this.

"Polly Song." Victoria Parker murmured the name, he remembered now, on the wedding night he almost strangled her in a fit of rage, no wonder she was so scared just now.

"Change the flight back to City A to tomorrow afternoon, bring Polly Song to the hotel to meet me."

Andrew Lindsey nodded in agreement, instructing the driver to head back to the hotel.

Polly Song and Emma Turner left the party, the hot air made her shudder, she clung to Emma Turner, not wanting to get up.

"I always feel like sneaky plotters are waiting to harm me." Polly Song said, glancing around warily, just to get a slap on the head from Emma Turner.

Polly Song yelped while holding her head, about to retort when she saw Andrew Lindsey.

Polly Song was momentarily stunned, grabbing Emma Turner's face before she could turn around, "In this heat, I'll go buy you an iced milk tea, you head back to the hotel first."

Emma Turner was finally satisfied, "That's more like it, hurry back."

"Ok." Polly Song made an okay gesture, only relaxing after watching Emma Turner leave, miserably trudging towards Andrew Lindsey, "Buy you a milk tea, pretend you didn't see me, okay?"