CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: JENSON FORREST SIGNED THE DIVORCE AGREEMENT

Upon hearing it was Crystal Sutton, Zinnia Lawrence relaxed.

The one who should be worried now must be Jenson Forrest.

She leaned close to his ear and mocked, "Let go now. If she gets upset and something happens to the baby, I won’t be responsible."

Jenson Forrest tightened his grip on her waist, but he quickly released his hold.

Zinnia Lawrence wanted to get off him quickly, but his haste to avoid any suspicion irritated her.

She chuckled, a mischievous impulse taking over, and reached for the car window button.

But her hand was suddenly seized by the man. His voice was cold and sharp. "Cut the games! Get off me, now!"

Zinnia Lawrence’s face paled, as if she had been slapped hard.

She scrambled off him and returned to the passenger seat.

Just as she settled in, Jenson Forrest rolled down the car window.

Crystal Sutton’s smiling face appeared. Her makeup was exquisite.

Last night, Crystal Sutton had hemorrhaged followers, with netizens demanding she also post screenshots of her donations.

In the end, the Sutton Group’s official website released a statement, explaining that as the eldest daughter of the Sutton family, Crystal Sutton made all her charitable donations through the Sutton Group.

The Sutton family had probably also paid for an online mob to suppress the controversy, and only then did the various taunts die down.

Undeniably, Crystal Sutton had strong resilience. Her face showed no sign of being affected by the public outcry, and her voice was bright with surprise.

"Jenson, is that really you in the car? Oh, and Zinnia is here too?"

She acted as if she was oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the car, her enthusiasm innocent and cloying.

Jenson Forrest nodded at her. "Go to my office and wait for me."

Zinnia Lawrence couldn’t be bothered to deal with Crystal Sutton and didn’t even turn her head. But when she heard Jenson Forrest’s words, she subconsciously dug her nails into her palm.

So, Jenson Forrest had a meeting with Crystal Sutton today. No wonder he was too busy to come to the café and sent Timothy Cohen instead.

"Alright, I’ll go up first," Crystal Sutton nodded obediently.

She turned, but then looked back with a thoughtful expression.

"Take your time talking, you two. I don’t mind waiting a little longer. The little desserts in the President’s Office are delicious. I wonder which bakery they’re from."

Jenson Forrest then turned to Zinnia. "Which bakery are the desserts from?"

Zinnia Lawrence had previously been a junior clerk in the President’s Office, responsible for running errands. Before, she had been the one to prepare desserts from a regular partner bakery for female guests.

Zinnia Lawrence looked up and smiled. "LR."

Jenson Forrest stared at the smile on her lips and ordered coolly, "Call them and arrange for a weekly delivery to the Sutton family home."

Crystal Sutton’s voice was a sweet, pleasant surprise. "You’re so good to me, Jenson! I’ll have to trouble you then, Zinnia."

She tilted her head, smiled at Zinnia, and waved as she headed for the elevators. The cheerful tap-tap-tap of her heels sounded like a mockery.

The smile on Zinnia Lawrence’s face froze. Jenson Forrest was still glaring at her coldly. "Why haven’t you ordered yet?"

"I’m afraid you’ve forgotten, President Forrest. I’m no longer the gofer for the President’s Office."

Jenson Forrest chuckled. "So what? Does that mean I can’t order you around anymore?"

Zinnia Lawrence bit the tip of her tongue and nodded.

She took out her phone, called the dessert shop, and swiftly ordered and paid for a full year’s luxury package delivery service for Crystal Sutton.

"Are you satisfied now, President Forrest? Kindly reimburse me. One hundred thousand. Thanks."

She held her WeChat QR code out to Jenson Forrest.

His expression was cold and sarcastic. "Did I say I’d reimburse you? Weren’t you the one who wanted to see us together? Don’t tell me you’re getting sentimental over ordering some dessert for your future sister-in-law."

Zinnia Lawrence smiled provocatively. "Sign the agreement. If you do, forget one year. When you two get married, I’ll order ten years’ worth of desserts as a wedding gift."

She tossed the divorce agreement in front of Jenson Forrest again.

The iciness in Jenson Forrest’s eyes deepened. The man ignored the agreement, instead opening WeChat and transferring 100,000 to Zinnia Lawrence.

The desserts cost over 20,000, so she netted a profit of more than 70,000.

This transaction wasn’t a loss, yet Zinnia Lawrence’s heart was filled with a bitter ache.

She had once devoted herself to being a good clerk, even personally taste-testing desserts from various shops before carefully choosing LR. She wanted to treat his guests well, hoping it would help his work go more smoothly and create a more pleasant atmosphere for negotiations.

In the end, all her heartfelt efforts were being used by him to please the woman he loved.

Seeing that he wouldn’t cooperate today, Zinnia Lawrence didn’t want to stay any longer. She grabbed the divorce agreement and reached for the car door. Just before getting out, she said casually, "You care so much about Crystal Sutton, President Forrest, yet you refuse to divorce. Aren’t you afraid I might tamper with the desserts and get rid of her child?"

She reached for the door handle, but a heavy force locked down on her shoulder.

Zinnia Lawrence was thrown violently back into her seat. She frowned and turned her head to meet Jenson Forrest’s glacial, hostile eyes.

"You wouldn’t dare!"

The man was clearly enraged, as if his deepest nerve had been struck. His grip on her shoulder was practically uncontrolled.

Pain spread from her shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

But Zinnia Lawrence just laughed. "What wouldn’t I dare? You said it yourself: I’m Mrs. Forrest. It’s only right and proper for the legal wife to deal with a mistress’s child. Or should I let that bastard be born, so I can become the laughingstock of all of Veridia?"

Jenson Forrest’s eyes were sharp, the corner of his eye twitching at her words. "Shut up! That child is not a bastard!"

Zinnia Lawrence’s throat felt clogged with water-soaked cotton. She couldn’t make a sound, only staring stubbornly at him.

The car plunged into dead silence. It lasted until Jenson Forrest finally let go with a cold sneer. "You really are vicious, Zinnia Lawrence. All this, just to get a divorce?"

The man suddenly snatched the divorce agreement from her hand. He moved so quickly that the edge of the paper sliced across her palm, leaving a small cut.

"Fine, I’ll sign. But you’d better not regret this!"

He took a pen from the storage compartment, signed his name, and tossed the document onto her lap.

"Thirty million. It’ll be in your account within a month. And don’t you dare try to disgust me with your dirty, foul, suspicious money!"

Zinnia Lawrence was too stunned to react, staring blankly until the man barked again.

"Get out, before I change my mind!"

Snapping back to reality, Zinnia Lawrence grabbed the agreement, pushed the door open, and scrambled out of the car.

From inside the car, the man watched with his deep-set eyes as the woman clutched the divorce agreement like a priceless treasure. She ran faster than a rabbit and vanished from sight in an instant.

Zinnia Lawrence only slowed her pace after leaving the parking garage. Her back was drenched in cold sweat, and she was as exhausted as if she had just fought a war.

She flipped open the divorce agreement and stared at Jenson Forrest’s signature. He had signed it so forcefully that the paper was pierced in two places, revealing his fury.

He still cared about Crystal Sutton and her child. He couldn’t stand the thought of them facing any threat, so he signed the moment she suggested harming them.

How ironic.

「Top Floor, President’s Office」

When Jenson Forrest entered, Crystal Sutton rose from the sofa.

"Jenson, why didn’t Zinnia come up? I hope I didn’t interrupt you two again. I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was here."

Her expression was apologetic and anxious, but Jenson Forrest didn’t even look at her. He walked straight to his desk, sat down, and asked succinctly, "What is it?"

Crystal Sutton clearly understood his subtext: if you have no business here, get out.

She clutched the strap of her handbag. Though she was unwilling to leave just like that, she could see the man was in a foul mood.

She walked to the desk and placed several invitation cards on it.

"My solo recital is the day after tomorrow. I’d like to invite you and your family to come. These are the invitations."