Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 914

I observed the man in front of me as if I were watching a play. He embodied the typical heir. His expression left me somewhat stunned. His change of demeanor was also remarkably swift.

At this moment, we only heard his voice, smooth and musical.

"Yvette, what made you think of me?" His smile was flattering. I wondered what kind of girl was on the other end.

The secretary's face had turned extremely unpleasant. She kept glancing at me with a forced smile. I could tell she was genuinely helpless, suffocating in frustration.

"Ms. Chloe, apologies for keeping you waiting. Mr. Jesse was negotiating a contract late into the night. So, today—"

She couldn't even finish her sentence.

The man didn't care about us. He was flirting over the phone. Eventually, they agreed to have lunch together, and only after ending the call did he reluctantly wave us over.

Looking at the time on his phone, he gestured, "Come, come. Hurry up. There's no need for too much discussion. You've got the contract ready, right? Sign it quickly."

I stood up and walked over, sitting in front of his desk. The legal team handed him the prepared contract.

I extended it to him, saying, "Mr. Jesse, right? This is our contract. Take a closer look. There are some—"

"There's no need to look through it. Haven't you all checked it already?" He waved dismissively. "You're being too cautious. Is it really necessary?"

Just then, his phone rang again. He glanced at it and answered with just one word, "Speak."

He seemed genuinely busy, but not with anything serious.

Jesse’s expression was quite animated, constantly changing. At this moment, his face turned frosty again.

I raised the contract, but he hadn't taken his eyes off his call.

His other hand swiftly scribbled on the contract. Then he handed the pen, along with the contract in front of him, to me.

The folder nearly slipped from my hand. I quickly and deftly caught it, then glanced at his signature. The handwriting was messy, nearly illegible, and not even in the correct position.

This man's name was Jesse Carney.

I smirked quietly, stood up, and extended my hand toward him. "Well, Mr. Jesse, here's to a successful partnership."

His eyes remained on the phone in his hand. He sat there, dissatisfied, reaching out for a handshake, but his hand was not directed toward me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I slapped my hand on the contract, startling him. He raised his eyes, glaring at me.

I looked back at him with arrogance. I ripped off those contract pages right in front of him, then casually handed them back.