The folder was forcefully pushed back to her again, and Clara Knox's fingers tightened around it, unable to find the words.
How did four years transform him from an icy CEO into a shameless man? Time was truly a magical thing.
"You're giving all this to me, do you still have money to spend?"
Edward Harper chuckled softly,
"I've had side gigs besides working for you these four years, the income isn't bad. Of course, if you're happy, a bit of pocket money would be even better."
Clara Knox felt a numbness in her scalp from what he said. They were divorced, yet the way he spoke made it sound like a couple in love, even asking for pocket money. His cheek had grown exceptionally thick, making Clara suspect that Secretary Johnson had given him some sort of training.
"Well... keep the money for yourself, I don't lack money to spend. The rest of the assets, leave them to your child."