Want a divorce? Let her come in person.

The air in the conference room dropped to freezing in an instant.

Enrique pressed his thin lips into a tight line, a flicker of anger rising in his dark eyes.

Sana Vellore!

As he held the phone, the corners of his lips curved into a cold, mocking smile.

Seeing this, all the senior executives lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe. The marketing director, who had just been presenting his report, was trembling inwardly, terrified that the fury would fall on him.

"Sir? Sir, are you listening?" Mrs. He's anxious voice came through the phone.

"Mm."

Enrique's low reply was icy. "Where did she go?"

His voice was so cold and sharp that even over the line, Mrs. He could sense his suppressed rage.

"Madam left the moment she walked out the door. I searched everywhere but couldn't find her," Mrs. He replied nervously. She wanted to say more, but Enrique interrupted her with a curt, "I know," before hanging up.

"The meeting is over."

He stood and strode out of the room. His tall, sharp figure radiated an oppressive chill that finally allowed the others to exhale.

Inside his car, the confined space made Enrique feel briefly suffocated.

Seven years.

Over those years, Sana had mentioned divorce countless times. But with just one look from him, she always backed down.

Because he knew, Sana loved him. She had gone through so much to marry him. How could she give up so easily?

That was what Enrique believed.

Even now, he didn't think she would truly leave.

He took out his phone, intending to call her and warn her not to play such foolish games. But then he realized he had blacklisted her number that morning.

With a flash of anger, he tossed the phone aside, slammed on the accelerator, and his black Bentley sped away.

What he didn't expect, however, was that what awaited him was not Sana's tearful return—but a divorce agreement and a share transfer document from Kim Group.

In the president's office, sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the air felt heavy and bleak.

Enrique's hand clenched the divorce agreement so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged. Instead of getting angry, he let out a low laugh, one that made Lawyer Cheng uneasy.

"Want a divorce? Let her come in person."

His voice echoed coldly through the spacious office. On his sharply defined face, his eyes glinted with chilling light.

The heavy, oppressive aura made Lawyer Cheng uncomfortable, but thinking of Sana's commission, he braced himself. "Miss Sana asked me to tell Mr. Kim that if he signs the divorce agreement, she'll hand over her shares in Kim Group."

"My wife—Enrique Kim's wife—is only worth these shares?" he sneered, voice biting with sarcasm.

He shot a dark glance at the lawyer, then tossed the agreement and share transfer papers back at him. "Tell her—if she wants a divorce, she has to come talk to me in person."

…

When Sana received the call from her lawyer relaying Enrique's message, she froze. Her fingers tightened around the phone.

Enrique.

She silently repeated his name, her heart clenching until it felt hard to breathe.

He wanted her to talk to him face-to-face?

His cold, towering figure and that distant, handsome face suddenly filled her mind.

And yet…

Sana pressed her lips together, a bitter smile curling at the corners of her mouth. She took a deep breath. "Thank you, Lawyer Cheng. I'll speak to him myself."