The auction hall had already gathered money from every side, and someone quickly lifted a hand.
“President Holmes, I just happen to have a lawyer here. You may borrow him.”
A few quiet laughs from people watching the scene rose from the crowd.
A few minutes later, a quickly written divorce agreement was set on the table.
I dragged my injured foot and slowly walked ahead.
When no one was watching, I quietly pressed the tracking button on the side of my wristwatch.
A red signal quietly went out.
Within at most ten minutes, the bodyguards arranged by my father would reach here.
And at this moment, I only needed to stretch time.
Russell sat in the chair, his expression dark.
“First clause, leave with nothing.”
“After the divorce, you cannot carry away any company assets.”
“Including every share registered under your name.”
My face stayed empty.
“Alright.”
Russell stopped briefly.
“Second clause, after the divorce, you cannot appear publicly as Mrs. Holmes again.”
“You cannot interfere with the company’s work.”
“You cannot release any words harmful to the company.”
“Alright.”
I did not even pause to think.
“Third clause….”
“All acceptable.”
I interrupted him.
Russell suddenly lifted his head and looked at me.
He clearly had not expected me to be this straightforward.
He had first believed that I was only pretending, purposely saying I wanted a divorce.
He thought once he presented those conditions, I would not resist kneeling and begging him not to go through with the divorce.
Yet I did not.
I only stood in place, calm as though the one ending a marriage was someone else.
A small moment of doubt passed through Russell’s eyes, afraid that my quick agreement had some trick.
He did not know that the company assets he cared about so much looked like worthless leftovers in my eyes.
And when I said I would cause him to lose everything, those were never angry words.
The lawyer gave the contract to me.
I did not even glance at it and simply wrote my name.
“Your turn.”
Russell received the contract, his fingertips stopping for a moment.
He looked at me, as though trying to discover even a little unwillingness on my face.
But he found nothing.
While everyone watched closely, even though he felt a little reluctant, he still wrote his name.
At first, I believed that after this moment, I could walk away.
But Camille clapped her hands.
“Signing the agreement does not mean the matter finishes.”