Chapter 4

This time, he left resolutely, without looking back.

The driver called at the right moment:

"Miss, it's almost dawn, and the old lady is still waiting for you."

Grandma's health isn't good, I can't let her worry anymore.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down for a while.

But Zoran's heartless and ungrateful face made me feel sicker the more I thought about it.

Back then, I had recommended him to the Ms. Shaw Group.

I wanted to groom him into a professional manager, to help me run my parents' business in the future.

Zoran only knew things were going smoothly for him, rising from intern to director, even easily securing investment for his side business.

He had no idea about my support behind the scenes.

In the end, he turned around and accused me of brainwashing him, wasting his time.

I clutched the broken ring to my chest, unable to contain my burning anger.

First, I sent a text to the group's vice president:

[Uncle, Zoran and I are divorced.]

[Thoroughly investigate his work records, blow up all issues as much as possible, we must skin him alive!]

Then I left a message for my investment agent:

[Terminate all investments in Zoran's projects, and recover all funds transferred!]

As I typed the last word, the car pulled into the Shaw family estate.

Grandma, waiting at the door, leaning on her cane, came forward to greet me."My darling granddaughter, how did you become so haggard!"

"It's bad enough you're dressed in rags, but why are your hands covered in wounds? Quick, call a dermatology specialist for a consultation right away!"

She caressed my rough cheeks and held my cold little hands, tears streaming down her face with concern.

I smiled and replied:

"I'm fine, just need a few days of rest at home."

She shook her head with regret.

"I should have been more resolute back then and forced you to break up with Zoran."

Suddenly, she tapped her cane on the floor, as if remembering something, and her eyes lit up as she reminded me:

"The Winters family sent word, saying they're willing to honor the engagement."

"Garrison even asked me privately to pass along a message, wondering when you might be free. He wants to see you."

Garrison?

That name awakened memories long buried.

The handsome face of the young man flashed in my mind, making my heart flutter slightly.

But after a long pause, I just smiled bitterly and said:

"Forget it, I'm already divorced. No need to burden him with my troubles."

I was exhausted. After having dinner with Grandma, I fell asleep as soon as my body hit the bed.

I spent three days recuperating at home before remembering to turn on my phone.

My uncle replied:

[Zoran has resigned, and the company is initiating legal proceedings.

Investment agent asked:

[Zoran refuses to return the investment funds and insists on meeting you in person. Shall I decline on your behalf?]

Garrison sent a brief message:

[When are we getting the marriage license?]

My fingers hovered over the input field for a long time.

In the end, I backed out and only replied to the investment agent's message:

[No need, please arrange a meeting for us.]

The meeting place was set at the club I used to frequent.

As soon as I walked through the club entrance, I ran into Zoran.

His eyes lit up and he spoke first.

"Well, well, can't stay away from me, huh? Following me all the way here!"

His gaze swept over my exquisite makeup, elegant cheongsam, and slender high heels, a flash of intense amazement in his eyes.

But Zoran quickly tilted his head back, looking down his nose at me with contempt.

"Without me to keep you, you've resorted to selling yourself? Never thought I'd have to pay to sleep with you now. What's your rate - $800 for the night?"

So, he assumed I had become a worker in the adult entertainment industry.

The gentlemen at the club's entrance caught sight of me, exchanging knowing glances before swiftly arranging themselves into two rows. They respectfully called out:

"Good evening, Ms. Shaw!"

Zoran froze for a moment, instinctively assuming the greeting wasn't meant for me. He eagerly grabbed Uncle Duke's hand, my driver standing behind me, and groveled shamelessly:

"Mr. Duke, as long as you keep investing, I'll work like a dog for you, I swear I won't let you down!"

Uncle Duke jumped back a step in fright, shouting to me:

"Miss!"