CHAPTER 120: CHAPTER 120: YOU ACTUALLY DARED TO HIT ME

Nathaniel Gallagher’s handsome face revealed a cold sneer, "Alright, drive on!"

"Come on, run me over, drive right past me."

Josephine Thompson’s heart raced, and she immediately started the car.

"Beep beep beep..."

She angrily pressed the car horn a few times.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, get out of the way, or I’ll really hit you."

Nathaniel Gallagher listened, straightened his spine, and remained unmoved.

"Drive, I’ll give you 100 chances..."

’You wouldn’t dare hit me.’

He hadn’t even finished the second half of the sentence.

"Bang!"

Josephine didn’t hold back; she hit the gas pedal directly.

"Ugh—"

Nathaniel was hit by the front of the car and was sprawled over the hood, face pressed against the windshield.

Of course.

The distance was so close that Josephine just wanted to scare him away, without too much force on the gas pedal.

Even so, Nathaniel Gallagher was infuriated.

He looked at Josephine with anger and disbelief, his face darkened, "Jo-se-phine—"

"You damn woman, you really dared to hit me?"

He gritted his teeth and immediately tried to get off.

He was ready to smash the car window with his fist and drag her out of the car!

Josephine saw this and didn’t wait for him to get off the car.

She immediately shifted to reverse.

"Vroom—"

Nathaniel was unexpectedly jerked back by inertia.

Josephine didn’t wait for him to react and quickly turned the steering wheel while stepping on the gas pedal hard.

"Get lost!"

"Thud—"

Nathaniel, having no foothold on the hood, was harshly flung off.

"Roll roll!"

After being thrown off, he rolled over on the ground.

"Vroom!"

Josephine had already driven off, leaving him behind.

"Josephine, you damn woman, you really dared to hit me? Stand right there..."

Nathaniel, fuming, immediately got up, but she had already driven away.

"You just wait, you wait for me. The monk may run, but the temple won’t. Sooner or later, you’ll fall into my hands, and you better not beg me to let you go then..."

Nathaniel was so angry he felt like his head was going to explode, truly wanting to chase her down.

Then press her underneath.

’To hell with her’.

Make her cry and beg for mercy, he wouldn’t show her any leniency.

Glancing at the time, the flight was about to take off.

He gritted his teeth and stomped, only able to get in the car and rush to the airport.

...

Half an hour later.

Josephine, still shaken, drove to The Antiquarian Market.

Getting out of the car.

She cautiously looked around again.

Fortunately, she didn’t spot anyone from Nathaniel Gallagher coming after her.

"Nathaniel Gallagher, better never let me see you again."

She got out of the car sulkily.

Carrying her bag, she headed to her office.

"Click!"

The door opened.

"Ah..."

Josephine was startled.

Only to see Julian Grant sitting at her desk, leisurely drinking Kung Fu tea.

"Julian Grant, why are you here again?"

Julian laughed, "I guessed you’d come here, so I came here looking for you."

"..." Josephine stared at him in disbelief.

"What’s wrong? Did I scare you?"

Josephine snapped back to reality and couldn’t help but punch him heavily, "Julian Grant, you damn bastard, you almost scared me to death."

"Just now at the hospital, it was the 9th floor, how could you jump like that? What if something happened?"

Julian chuckled, holding her fist, "How could that happen? I wouldn’t have jumped if I wasn’t confident."

"But, it’s dangerous..."

Julian flashed a roguish grin on his handsome face, "Aren’t I perfectly fine now?"

"What’s up? Worried I’d fall and die, and you’d be widowed?"

Josephine felt her head pounding from anger, "Is this the time to joke around?"

"Don’t worry, see, I’m perfectly fine?"

"Then why did you just run away?"

Julian sipped his tea and said nonchalantly, "If I don’t run, then I have to obediently go back home."

Josephine didn’t get it, "Then just go home!"

"Go home?" Julian shook his head like a tambourine!

"I don’t want to go back."

"Why not?"

"Just don’t want to."

"..." Josephine was dumbfounded.

Julian then walked over to the sofa and lazily laid down.

He didn’t want to go home.

Once home, his mother would force him to work at The Grant Group.

He’d worked there a few days and was about to go insane.

Every day it’s about meetings, socializing, meeting company shareholders and executives. As well as, learning and familiarizing himself with the company’s management style, and so on and so forth...

He was really about to die of frustration.

Besides, he didn’t want to go into business at all.

His dream was to be an explorer, or like his brother, be recruited by a highly secretive special department of the government.

To save humanity, to fight evil and promote good, to maintain world peace.

To pursue a higher realm.

However...

His brother had already taken that path.

He could only take over the family business, casually becoming a billionaire tycoon.

But he had absolutely no interest in it.

Even more unbearable for him.

Was his mother’s constant nagging about marriage, children, and all sorts of things.

"Josephine, come, give me a hug, I’m about to die from frustration lately."

"Julian Grant, I really don’t understand you. If others were in your position, they’d be over the moon, what are you even worried about?"

Julian Grant looked mischievous, "Worried that you don’t love me?"

"I’m so handsome, so cool, so outstanding, one in a million, why don’t you love me?"

"..." Josephine Thompson felt like vomiting blood at his words and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him.

"Hug me, please."

"Julian Grant, I have to work now, I don’t have time to mess around with you."

Julian Grant: "Tsk tsk tsk, why do you have to work again? I just don’t get it, what’s the big deal with work anyway?"

"Too lazy to argue with you."

Josephine Thompson didn’t want to deal with him anymore, and went straight into the studio.

Seeing this, Julian Grant got up and followed her.

"This is the studio, go wait outside."

"Why? I won’t disturb you. You do your thing!"

"But having you around affects my work."

Julian Grant looked puzzled, "Why not just not work at all, how about that?"

"No way. Get out, now."

After saying that, she forcibly pushed him out.

"Oh right, isn’t your grandma’s birthday coming up soon? Have you picked a gift yet?"

"No, I really haven’t had the time to choose one these days."

Josephine thought about it, "Hmm, then I’ll give you that Ancient God from The Shengli Dynasty, alright?"

"I might need to go back to Audenburg the day after tomorrow, you should come with me."

Julian glanced up, his eyes lighting up, "Okay!"

"What are you going to Audenburg for?"

Josephine frowned, "In a few days, there’s going to be an antiquities fair in Northwood. I need to go back to take stock of the warehouse. Also, I have to select a batch of rare exhibits."

Julian Grant chuckled awkwardly, "Oh～, I thought..."

"Thought what?"

"Hehe, nothing."

Josephine Thompson ignored him and immersed herself in her work.

Today, she’s just a little away from completely finishing the four artifacts that Professor Warren sent her.

She needed to carefully pack these four artifacts and deliver them to Professor Warren first.

The Plain Silk Single Clothes were the only item left; she needed to go to Caldwen to find a handcraft heritage embroiderer for help. Otherwise, she couldn’t do it alone.

...

The next day.

The divorce statement Josephine Thompson released caused yet another uproar online.

The gossip-loving netizens were even more shocked, discussing fervently!

"Oh my God, Josephine Thompson and Nathaniel Gallagher really got divorced. Seems like even a prince and princess can’t keep their marriage going."

"They were a commercial marriage to begin with, I heard they had a fake marriage. President Gallagher kept several lovers in the background, wasn’t there a rumor not long ago about him and his secretary being involved?"

"That’s just what’s been reported, who knows how many women he’s hiding behind the scenes."

"Sigh～, someone that rich could even be an emperor, he could call on a different beauty every day."

"I heard Josephine Thompson also had an affair, went to a nightclub to hire male models. Didn’t she kiss a silver-haired guy the other day?"

"The private lives of the wealthy are just such a mess..."

News of Nathaniel Gallagher and Josephine Thompson’s divorce was everywhere online, trending multiple times in a single day.

Nathaniel Gallagher, upon seeing the divorce statement, immediately flew into a rage.

The Gallagher Group had already been in the spotlight recently, and the Gallagher Royale Entertainment Center had been ordered to suspend operations for reorganization.

And yet, she made their divorce public at such a time.

In one fell swoop, she reignited the attention the Gallagher Group had painstakingly managed to suppress.

"Damn it, Josephine Thompson, are you determined to go against me now? You didn’t even discuss it with me before declaring our divorce to the public..."

Furious, he pounded heavily on the table a few times.

In the meeting room.

All the shareholders and executives were in a state of panic.

"Oh my God, President Gallagher really got divorced."

"Unbelievable, Mrs. Gallagher is such a wonderful woman, why would he divorce her? Could it really be because of Secretary Shaw?"

"Can’t be, unless President Gallagher’s brain got kicked by a donkey. Why would he give up Mrs. Gallagher for Secretary Shaw?"

"Let’s stop talking about it now, Gallagher Royale is shut down, let’s think of a way to get through this difficult time first!"

"Rest assured, President Gallagher will surely find a way to handle this."

"Stop talking, President Gallagher is here."

Everyone heard this, and hurriedly fell silent, each sitting properly.

Nathaniel Gallagher came in with a dark face, striding with his long legs.

"Meeting time."

...

The next day.

After taking care of her grandfather’s matters, Josephine Thompson prepared to return to Audenburg.

"Julian Grant, you’re being too flashy. I’ve already told you, buying regular first-class tickets is enough. There’s no need to charter a private jet, it’s just pure wastefulness..."

Julian Grant teased with a nonchalant smile, "There are so many of us, just buying tickets would cost a lot, might as well charter a plane."

Of course.

The Grant Family owns a private jet.

But he’s been afraid to use it lately, his mother has been on his back every day, just sent a whole bunch of bodyguards to look for him constantly.

"Sigh～, whatever suits you!" Josephine Thompson settled into a seat, looking utterly resigned.

When traveling alone, she was typically very low-key.

Especially this time going back to Audenburg, she was even more cautious, not wanting anyone to know she was back.