After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1084

Chapter 1084 Drunk, He Suddenly Changed

Anthony stared at her deeply, his eyes sharp. "What guarantees do you have?"

"I'll compensate double if anything happens to Callahan Group because of me and Moore. I'll take full responsibility for any economic losses, and I'll clarify things with the media myself. I'll solve my own problems," she said.

Anthony looked like he had heard a joke. "With the small company you founded in Bostrain and your current net worth, are you sure you can afford to compensate Callahan Group's losses? And double it too?"

She couldn't afford it.

Callahan Group was valued too high in the market.

If there were any losses, it would cost her a fortune.

She lowered her eyes nervously. "It's precisely because I can't afford it that I will be careful and won't let this happen again or give anyone a chance to criticize my private life."

Her words were reasonable enough for Anthony to warm up slightly. "Okay, three days later, Moore will come see you."

"Why three days later?" she asked.

"Because earlier you didn't completely agree with my request," he said fairly.

His request was for her not to mention divorce again.

If there wasn't a deadline given, then that meant she could never bring it up again.

That was impossible; she had to break free from this marriage burdening her down with chains of oppression.

"Fine then, three days is good enough," she said while clenching both hands on either side of her legs as she glared at him resentfully. She was wishing that there was some way for her to poke holes in him right now, but Anthony saw no threat in those eyes only an adorable pouty face accompanying them instead.

Anthony snorted before leaving without further delay, while Kane prepared himself to follow suit but Mavis stopped him before he could leave.

Without waiting for Mavis' response, Kane spoke first, looking bitter on his face, because he already knew what Mavis wanted from him next. "Mrs. Callahan, please spare me the trouble! Yes, Mr. Callahan has placed Mr. Ulsens somewhere safe, but if I tell where exactly, then Mr. Callahan won't let me off."

Mavis was struck dumb.

"Just wait patiently for three days please! Trust me when I say we're treating Mr. Ulsens well during these few days, so when we hand over Mr. Ulsens back into your hands, he'll be all nice and clean," Kane promised.

Since Kane had already spoken, Mavis didn't have much reason left anymore, so she stepped aside, allowing Kane along with several bodyguards leave first.

Three days wasn't long; once busy time started ticking away quickly until finally...

Anthony finally found some free time after 3 whole day's worth of work and went straight towards the hotel where Moore was staying at last.

Moore was locked in the room with his eyes blindfolded, his mouth gagged, and his hands and feet bound. Except for the time when meals were delivered to him, he could barely regain his freedom of hands and feet. At other times, he could only squat in the corner of the room.

These days were like years for him, and he felt like he would rather be dead than alive.

With a click, the electronic door of the hotel room opened.

The sound of expensive leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor was getting closer.

Moore groaned a few times and immediately struggled like a startled bird.

The next second, the eye mask was removed.

The room was lit up with bright lights, which were initially blinding to Moore. However, after a few attempts, he gradually adjusted to the brightness and looked up towards the opposite side.

Anthony sat in a chair directly opposite, his long legs casually crossed and his fingers idly playing with his wristwatch, with a cold and gloomy expression on his face.

But Moore was highly myopic and cannot see his face clearly at all.

A bodyguard removed the cloth from Moore's mouth, put on his glasses, turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Suddenly, only Moore and Anthony were left in the room.

Moore asked first, "Where's Mavis? You crazy and sick pervert, what have you done to her?"

Anthony had a blank expression and spoke in an indifferent tone, "She is my wife. I would never do anything to harm her."

"But she doesn't want to be your wife, and you don't love her either. Why can't you let her go and help her move on?"

Anthony's gaze turned a little cold. "The matter between her and me is none of your concern."

"But I already know."

Anthony's hand on the wristwatch paused, and his dark blue eyes were mixed with a barely noticeable killing intent. "What do you know?"

Moore was not afraid of the low pressure on his body and began to accuse seriously.

"I know you ditched your date with her and went abroad to find another woman."