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When he met Danika at Fig Garden, she had used divorce as an excuse to reject a doctor from their lab. At first, he thought she was making excuses, but what Paul uncovered yesterday made him realize that it was not an excuse. It was the truth.
Danika looked at him. If Eustace was asking this, it meant that he already knew something.
She was not surprised at all. She just didn’t expect that he still didn’t know that she was his ex-wife even after finding out about her divorce and, naturally, her name.
It seemed that he had paid absolutely no attention to that wife of his for those two years. He didn’t even know her name.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“You…” He wanted to ask her something, but the words couldn’t leave his mouth.
“What do you want to know?” She put down her utensils and smiled at him.
He hesitated for a while, then said, “I just didn’t expect that someone would neglect to cherish a woman like you.”
Danika nearly burst out laughing, but she held herself together. “Yeah. He’s a jerk!”
“Did he hurt you?” Eustace’s eyes shifted. He wished he could punch the bastard in the face.
“Yeah.” She nodded and said, “We were married for two years, but he never paid me a visit. Don’t you think he’s a jerk?”
“He is!” Eustace gritted his teeth. A ball of fire surged in his chest. “Who is he?”
You, Eustace!
Danika bit back her laughter and shook her head. “Oh well. It’s all in the past. I want nothing to do with him in the future.”
Eustace couldn’t press on when she said that, but he still felt upset. “You don’t have to be so merciful towards jerks. If you find yourself in a pinch, I can help you.”
Danika noticed that Eustace was staring at her. He felt embarrassed. “Don’t take this the wrong way. I was just
“Are you pursuing me, Mr. Quincey?” she asked.
The air around them grew quiet at once. Eustace retorted, “Never!”
Danika looked at him with interest. Seeing this, Eustace explained, “I’m just helping you on the accord of you helping out Faye. As you said, Faye’s condition could act up at any time.”
Danika thought that this was very plausible. Eustace would do anything for Faye, and Danika was someone who might be able to help her in the future.
“That’s great. I happen to feel nothing for you,” she said.
A fire burned in his chest, but when he thought of what he had said, he had to suppress it.
“Although there’s nothing between us, I still helped you last night. Do you think your attitude is warranted? “His low voice sounded. He looked at Danika coldly, scolding her in his heart.
“Didn’t I tell you before that I don’t like people called Quincey?” She looked dead serious.
Eustace’s face instantly soured. “You know what will happen if you don’t give me a good reason today.”
Eustace was exuding a terrifying aura. He hadn’t managed to ask her the reason before, so he had to get to the bottom of everything this time.
Danika was not concealing anything at all. She said, “My ex-husband was named Quincey. That’s why I’m not fond of people with that surname.”
“I…” Eustace was so angry that he almost couldn’t breathe, Was that it? She hated everyone with his surname simply because of her ex-husband?
She was generalizing far too much. Not everyone named Quincey was a jerk.
He was frustrated. Thus, his tone changed. “Is that so? Little Miss Danika is really going to hold a grudge against everyone named Quincey.”
Since he knew her name, there was no need for him to call her Dr. Zellweger. He would call her Little Miss Danika instead.
“Perhaps.” Danika shrugged. “I just don’t like them. What can you do about it?” Before he could speak, she said, “Is there something else, Mr. Quincey? If not, you may leave. I need to get to work. I don’t have the time to accompany you.”
Her attitude shifted as quickly as the weather. Eustace had witnessed it all completely. He glared at her coldly and left in strides.
He would give up his name if he cared more about this woman!
Except…
Right as he stepped out of the house, something tugged at his memory.
Two years of marriage without so much as a visit?
He seemed to have treated his ex-wife in that way as well.
Eustace heaved a deep sigh. Perhaps he was a jerk to his ex-wife, too.
At the thought of this, he finally began feeling a hint of guilt toward his unknown wife. Perhaps not even that house in Charmford could make up for the damage he had caused her.
He messaged Vincent, telling him to locate his ex-wife and gift her a million dollars besides the house in Charmford.
Danika knew nothing of what Eustace was doing. After he left, she threw on her clothes and rushed to the hospital.
As for Eustace… He would probably leave her alone after that unpleasant conversation.
This was good. It would be peaceful.
In Lawrence Solutions, Mr. Lawrence sat in his office happily, looking at his company’s rising stocks. He had a terrific mood. Lawrence Solutions developed at breakneck speed since sucking up to Eustace Quincey. It grew from an insignificant little company to one of Parrington’s most established businesses. Mr. Lawrence was overjoyed.
It was a pity that his daughter couldn’t latch on to Eustace yet. If she could marry him, Mr. Lawrence would become a part of that wealthy family tree.
He felt a little upset when he thought of that.
Just as he was about to call Faye to tell her to put in some effort, someone rushed in. His face darkened instantly. He roared, “Where are your manners? Who told you you could come in without knocking?”
His secretary was about to sob. She apologized immediately before saying, “Mr. Lawrence, something has happened.”
His expression shifted once more. “What’s wrong?”
“You should check it online.” The secretary handed her tablet to him.
On the site, Lawrence Solutions was pinned on the front page. Mr. Lawrence saw it at once.
*Lawrence Solutions involved with tax evasions and money laundering.”
Following after were a few pictures that clearly showed the financial problems of Lawrence Solutions, along with the involvement of multiple government bodies, including the State Administration of Taxation and the State Securities Industry.
Mr. Lawrence’s face turned pale. He slammed his fist on the table and roared, “Nonsense! These are all false allegations!”
“Mr. Lawrence, the evidence-
“Is all fake!” he interrupted. However, he was ill at ease.
After all, no one knew the truth better than he did.
The secretary glanced at him and said nothing more, merely asking, “These searches…”
“Get someone to delete them all at once. And get the PR department to sue the false accusers,” he ordered.
Before she could nod, her phone rang. She answered it, her face turning pale. “Mr. Mr. Lawrence.”
“What now?” he roared
“The State Administration of Taxation and the State Securities have called,” she said.
At once, his knees buckled.
How could this happen so fast?