Chapter 3

Listening to Sadie rant about George, Louisa's deeply suppressed emotions suddenly bubbled up into laughter.

But hearing that laugh, Sadie only felt heartache. "Damn that George!

"Has he forgotten that half of The Capulet Group's empire was built by you?

"It's bad enough he doesn't appreciate you, but you gave up your career at its peak to focus on him and your marriage. Isn't that enough? He still needs a mistress on the side?"

She grew increasingly angry as she spoke.

Louisa laughed with resignation. "A man's infidelity has nothing to do with how good a woman is. Even the strongest chain can't hold back a dog determined to run."

Sadie nodded. "Exactly! As soon as that one-month period is up, we're out of there—not wasting a single minute more! Let him live with his regrets!"

After a pause, she asked, "So what's your plan now?"

Louisa was silent for a moment. "I originally wanted to start my own business, but after taking inventory of my resources, I realized almost everything is connected to George.

"I don't want to remain entangled with him after the divorce.

"So I'm thinking of finding a job, rebuilding my network, and then starting fresh when the time is right."

Sadie considered this. "That makes sense. Let me think... how about trying The Tudor Group?"

"The Tudor Group?" Louisa had heard of them. The current head of The Tudor Group was Julian Tudor, the third son of the fifth generation of the elite Tudor family.

He was mysterious and kept a low profile—almost no information about him could be found online. He never gave media interviews or appeared in public.

Under his leadership, The Tudor Group had doubled in size in just three years. Their portfolio now covered industries across almost every sector, making them a true conglomerate.

Sadie continued enthusiastically, "If you went there, you could really make your mark. What do you think? Interested?"

Louisa couldn't help but smile, "You're giving me too much credit. It's not about whether I'm interested—offers from The Tudor Group aren't exactly easy to come by."

Sadie looked at her in disbelief. "Have you been under George's control for so long that you've forgotten you were once a business prodigy?"

Louisa fell silent for a moment. "We'll see. I need to finish the handover process first anyway."

"True enough." Sadie nodded, checking the time. She was about to suggest getting dinner when Louisa's phone rang.

It was George's special assistant, Jared.

His voice was urgent: "Ms. Forbes, are you available? Could you come to the office right away?"

Louisa asked coldly, "What's this about?"

Jared hesitated before answering, "It's difficult to explain over the phone. You'll understand when you get here."

In the background, Louisa thought she could hear someone sobbing.

She didn't ask further questions. After hanging up, she said goodbye to Sadie and left.

By the time she returned to The Capulet Group, it was already after hours.

She went directly to the executive floor. As the elevator doors opened, she saw Vivian emerging from George's office with red, swollen eyes.

So she was the one crying.

Louisa smirked coldly, already guessing what had happened.

Jared approached her. "Ms. Forbes, Mr. Capulet is waiting for you in his office."

Louisa nodded, gave the door a perfunctory knock, and walked in.

"What did you need?" she asked coolly.

George stood from his chair, took a document, and walked toward her. "This is the Taylor Group contract. Their representative will only sign with you, so I need to trouble you to go there again."

Louisa laughed, her clear bright eyes studying him as if she understood everything. "It's not that they'll only sign with me—it's that your little assistant messed up the project, right?"

George frowned. "I told you, nothing is happening between Vivian and me. She's just—"

"I'm not interested in you and her," Louisa interrupted coldly. "Since you've already taken this project from me, it's no longer my concern."

She turned to leave without hesitation.

George's expression darkened as he quickly stepped forward to grab her arm.

She instinctively pulled away as if she'd been touched by something filthy. Her voice instantly hardened. "Don't touch me."

His expression grew even more grim. "Louisa, I've explained this to you. She doesn't threaten your position in any way. Do you really want me to kick her out of The Capulet Group?"

Louisa didn't speak, just stared at him coldly.

But ultimately, she said nothing harsh.

She merely glanced at the contract in his hand and nodded. "I'll clean up this mess, but on one condition—I sent my resignation letter to your email. Sign it now."

"You really want to resign?"

"Why not?" Her tone returned to casual indifference. "Being a wealthy socialite sounds nice—traveling the world, shopping every day. Better than being disrespected at the company."

George finally relaxed, his attitude softening considerably. "Who would dare disrespect you at the company?"

The words sounded affectionate. But Louisa only offered a cold smile.

Did he truly not know what people in the company said about her?

They said she worked tirelessly only to end up with the insignificant position of personal secretary.

They said she schemed her way into his bed, yet he had no intention of marrying her.

But she had no intention of telling him any of this. She simply said coolly, "I'm tired. I want to rest."

George nodded, no longer questioning her. "I'll approve your resignation request soon. Once the Taylor Group project is finished, you can take a good break."

She didn't respond, just took the project contract from his hand.

Seeing her compliance, George felt relieved. He wanted to embrace her as he used to, to comfort her.

But she had already turned to leave.

He didn't see how, in the moment she turned away, all expression on her face transformed into cold determination.

Her resignation had been approved. The divorce agreement had been signed. She no longer needed to pretend in front of him.

In one month, they would have no connection whatsoever.

...

Back in her office, Louisa rescheduled with the Taylor Group and reserved a table at Dreamscape Club, the most exclusive venue in Silverlight City.

Early evening, 6:30 PM.

She quickly refreshed her makeup, took the contracts, and prepared to head to Dreamscape Club.

But just as she reached her parking spot, she saw George's car beside hers.

He sat in the driver's seat with Vivian in the passenger seat.

He rolled down the window and said to Louisa, "Get in. I'm coming with you."