CHAPTER 111: CHAPTER 111: DAMIEN LANCASTER AGREES TO DIVORCE, SEE YOU AT THE CIVIL AFFAIRS BUREAU

Ivy Summers gazed deeply into Noah Scott’s eyes, unable to stop her own from flickering slightly.

"Damien Lancaster has made you cry too many times; he’s not worth it."

Noah gently pulled the woman’s delicate body into his arms with the utmost care, treating her as if she were a precious treasure.

...

In front, Damien Lancaster pushed away Rachel Shaw, who was approaching him.

Rachel’s tears flowed from her eyes. "Damien, don’t you understand? I was the one who grew up with you, who spent half a lifetime with you. I truly love you. Even after we were separated for ten years, I still love you. I want to be your wife, to be with you again. Why, why do you keep pushing me away?"

"All these photos, each one carries memories. Damien, have you forgotten? Forgotten our past, what we once had? I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes lately, that’s because Ivy Summers came back. I felt threatened, I was scared, I was anxious. I wanted to drive her away from your side, to be your wife."

"Damien, I beg you, please don’t push me away anymore, okay?" Rachel said, throwing herself into Damien’s arms, holding him tightly.

The photos slightly moved Damien’s usually indifferent expression, a crack finally appearing in his cold demeanor.

But as Rachel got closer, all he felt was resistance. Even as Rachel wept like a rain-soaked flower, he felt nothing.

As he was about to push Rachel away again, he saw in the distance a man embracing a woman.

The woman’s back was familiar to him, the man...

At that moment, the man raised his head, his gaze sweeping provocatively over.

The man was Noah Scott, and the woman was Ivy Summers.

In that instant, Damien’s brows tensed, and his inner fury spread like wild grass.

He shoved Rachel away.

Caught off guard, Rachel, who was originally moving cautiously with a leg cast and crutches, fell directly toward the nearby table.

With a crash, the meticulously arranged items on the table were accidentally knocked over by her, scattering everywhere.

Rachel turned her head abruptly, "Damien..."

Just as she spoke, she noticed the people in the distance.

Is that?

Ivy Summers?

Ivy heard many plates being knocked over. She stepped out of Noah Scott’s embrace, just in time to see the man who had been embracing Rachel just moments before arriving in front of her.

Her wrist was rudely seized by the man’s large hand, and with a rough yank, she was pulled into his hard chest, looking up to meet his eyes full of blazing anger.

Damien glanced at Noah, tugging Ivy Summers along as he attempted to leave.

The next second, Ivy’s other wrist was grabbed by Noah.

Damien realized, turned back, his eyes filled with hostility.

"Let go." Damien demanded.

Ivy felt a bit of a headache; since Damien was here, she had something to say to him.

Ivy turned to Noah, "Noah, I need to talk to him."

Noah frowned, shot a glance at Ivy, then released his grip.

Ella Morgan, with Sophie in tow, watched as Ivy was dragged away by Damien, sensing a low pressure in the air around them.

Even Sophie worriedly asked, "Mommy and the bad daddy, are they going to fight again?"

The answer, clearly, was: Yes!

Rachel hobbled out with her crutches, seeing Damien walk away with Ivy, her heart filled with intense hatred.

Taken to an empty private room by a server, Ivy forcefully shook off Damien’s hand, "Let go!"

Damien turned, pulled Ivy’s hand and pinned her against the wall, "Why did you allow him to hug you?"

"You’re allowed romantic candlelight dinners and kisses with your first love, but I’m not allowed to hug another man?" Ivy stared fearlessly into Damien’s eyes.

The fragile, sorrowful emotions she had just buried deep inside, once again replaced by cold indifference.

"I didn’t kiss her." Damien explained.

"Am I blind?"

"What, does it bother you?"

Ivy laughed coldly, "Why should it bother me, you and your childhood sweetheart, first love romance, why should I care, it’s you who gets worked up over me hugging another man, does it bother you?"

"Yes, it bothers me." Damien unreservedly admitted that it did bother him.

"Well, I’m sorry, but you’re bound to be bothered because he and I have always been this close in private."

"Always this close!" Hearing these six words, Damien’s face darkened heavily, "Ivy Summers, say it again, how have you always been with him in private?"

"Close, we’ve always been very close in private, just as you imagine, we aren’t just ordinary friends. In Yrador, we’ve done what we should and shouldn’t do toge—"

Before she could finish, her words were cut off by his lips.

Caught off guard, Ivy realized and bit him hard.

Damien seemed unfazed by pain; as she struggled, he domineeringly held the back of her head and pressed his lips fiercely against hers.

And this kiss was neither tender nor sweet, only carrying a punishing taste of iron.

She bit him, yet he wouldn’t let go. Ivy raised her hand to slap his face, only for him to catch it firmly.

Damien spun her around, yanking the tablecloth and dishes off the table, pressing her down harshly onto it.

Kisses descended in waves.

Damien couldn’t understand his own heart. Towards Ivy, he wasn’t sure if there was love, but seeing her close to another man made him painfully furious.

He couldn’t accept it, nor would he ever allow her to be with someone else.

He wanted to hold onto her tightly, but the harder he tried, the more she slipped away like sand through his fingers. This feeling brought, for the first time, an uncontrollable fear to someone who always thought he had everything in hand.

After a bout of venting, Ivy’s lips were left red and swollen from his kiss.

Finally released, Ivy’s slap landed on his face.

Ivy, flushed with anger, glared at him furiously for a long time before finally spitting out, "Bastard!"

"Did he kiss you like this too?"

Faced with Damien’s question, Ivy frowned, staring directly into his eyes and said, "His kissing skills are much better than yours, and kissing him doesn’t give me the same feeling as kissing you."

"What feeling?"

"Disgusting feeling."

Ivy Summers’ words were hurtful, and Damien Lancaster’s face was covered in frost.

"Say that again!"

"What if I say it a million times? Do you think I wouldn’t dare? Damien Lancaster, why do this? Wouldn’t it be better for us to start our new lives separately? Isn’t divorce a good thing?"

Damien Lancaster suppressed the anger that kept rising in his heart, held down Ivy Summers, who wanted to escape, and asked, "Do you really want a divorce that much?"

"You already know, so why ask again?"

"Alright."

What?

Ivy Summers was slightly stunned, surprised by what she heard.

"Isn’t it just a divorce? Ivy Summers, this time, I’ll give you what you want."

Damien Lancaster stood up straight and let go of Ivy Summers. She immediately distanced herself from him. "Did you really agree?"

"Tomorrow, I’ll have Julian Jacobs send you the divorce agreement. Ivy Summers, does this satisfy you?"

Damien Lancaster stared deeply at her.

"No going back on your word?"

"Ha." Damien Lancaster let out a low, bitter laugh.

She felt the need to confirm it again, afraid he’d go back on his word.

Filled with anger, Damien Lancaster slammed the door and left.

Ivy Summers stood there in a daze, feeling like she was dreaming about what she had just heard.

After all this entanglement, was it finally coming to an end?

Ending...

It’s good to end...

Ivy Summers lowered her eyes, gently tugged at her lips that still held some warmth, with emotions so complicated she couldn’t describe them.

...

On the next morning, Ella Morgan took the 8 AM flight back to Yrador.

Ivy Summers was waiting for Damien Lancaster’s divorce agreement. Once it was signed, they could proceed with the divorce.

Following Damien Lancaster’s instructions, Julian Jacobs had a lawyer draft the divorce agreement.

Not knowing whether Damien Lancaster wanted to review it, Julian temporarily placed the divorce agreement on Damien Lancaster’s desk.

After handling this matter, Julian went to attend to other business, and soon after, Rachel Shaw arrived at the company looking for Damien Lancaster.

After Damien took Ivy Summers away last night, Rachel couldn’t find him again, and he didn’t answer her calls.

With no other choice, Rachel Shaw came to the company.

Entering the office and not finding Damien there, she was about to leave when she saw the divorce agreement on the desk.

A divorce agreement?

Did Damien draft a divorce agreement?

Does this mean he’s finally going to divorce Ivy Summers?

Rachel couldn’t help feeling delighted as she opened it, but her face instantly turned cold when she saw the asset division.

Damien Lancaster gave Ivy Summers several villas, commercial properties in the city center, luxury cars, and an additional two billion.

The villas, properties, and cars alone were worth uncountable money, and he was giving her two billion on top of that?

Just the day before, Gregory Lancaster had given Ivy Summers another billion.

Were they trying to make Ivy Summers a wealthy woman with all this money?

She wouldn’t agree to this!

Ivy Summers wasn’t worth even ten pounds.

Rachel Shaw took the divorce agreement, contacted her lawyer to draft a new one, and soon had it delivered. She then placed it directly on Damien’s desk.

At this moment, Julian Jacobs walked in, surprised to see Rachel Shaw there.

"Miss Shaw, when did you arrive?"

"Just now. Where’s Damien?"

"Sir is in a bad mood, he’s in the conference room."

"In a bad mood?" Rachel Shaw asked with concern, "Why is Damien in a bad mood?"

Julian lightly lowered his head, "It’s not convenient for me to say more."

With that, Julian walked over, picked up the divorce agreement on the desk, "Miss Shaw, I’m off to deliver the divorce agreement to ma’am. It’s best you don’t stay in sir’s office, you know he doesn’t like it."

After speaking, Julian was about to leave.

Rachel Shaw called out to him, "Julian."

"Is there anything else, Miss Shaw?"

"Since when did you start referring to Ivy Summers as ’ma’am’?"

Since when?

Probably when he saw Ivy Summers being rushed into the emergency room, while Damien Lancaster was holding the critical condition notice, unable to stop his hands from shaking.

Those involved are often blind, but observers are clear; it was evident who Damien’s feelings were for.

Julian didn’t speak explicitly, but turned and left.

When Ivy Summers received the divorce agreement, she raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Was this drafted by Damien Lancaster?"

"Yes, ma’am."

Ivy Summers flipped through it.

Although she indeed hadn’t planned on taking anything from Damien Lancaster,

this was quite stingy on Damien Lancaster’s part, wasn’t it?

How much was given to her in the asset division?

Ten thousand!

How was this different from leaving her with nothing?