Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 781

"Mr. Yintern, he's in the meeting room. I'll take you there," said the secretary warmly. She seemed to have never seen such a serious expression on his face before.

Steffan merely nodded his head and did not object.

In the spacious conference room, Calvin was sitting on the reception chair. His side profile was as cold as ice, perfect and flawless. Even his thick glasses were unable to hide his cold gaze.

Aron stood by his side with no expression on his face.

"Mr. Yintern, this is Mr. Harvey. He said that he has something to talk to you about..." The secretary informed him as they entered the room.

"Prepare some tea." Steffan waved her off.

"Yes." The secretary obeyed and left.

He walked over in a solemn and natural manner, sitting down on the opposite side of Calvin.

"You've found her," he said calmly, the expression on his face as calm as the waves.

Calvin lifted his brows, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He raised his hand to signal for Aron to leave the two alone.

After a while, the secretary sent two cups of tea and proceeded to leave the meeting room.

In the entire conference room, those two men were the only ones left.

The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped significantly.

"Are your eyes still alright?" Steffan inquired as his slender fingers picked up the teacup on the table, gazing up from his teacup to look at Calvin.

"I'm fine. I probably won't go blind completely." Calvin crossed his legs under the table as he pressed both his palms together on the conference table. His body was straight and his aura was cold and arrogant.

He gazed at Steffan, his expression gradually becoming terrifying, the outline of his face emanating an awe-inspiring chill.

"What exactly do you want from me in order for you to let her go willingly?" he asked aggressively. His tone was cold and hard, as if he was shooting an urgent arrow.

Steffan pulled his lips into a tight smile. Although he knew this was going to be a sharp blow to him, he still straightened up and sat up straight.

"What's yours is yours. Even if you steal something that doesn't belong to you, it's still not yours," he still responded to him calmly with no fear on his face.

"That is to say, you're doing this on purpose?" Calvin's brows knitted together as his aura became even more oppressive.

Steffan was stunned, as a smile started to form on his lips. "Oh, the great Mr. Harvey, are there that many 'purposes' in life?  Are you saying that I deliberately picked up a woman from a river? Do you really think I'm that bored and have nothing to do in my life ?"

Calvin fell silent.

"Then, what is your motive? I think you're well aware that Belle is my wife, and we are a legal couple." Light shone through Calvin's eyes and his tone did not allow him to deny it.

Steffan's face fell for a moment, but then he raised his eyebrows again. He chuckled and said, "As expected, Mr. Harvey is used to getting along well in the business circles. In his eyes, everyone is a despicable person with impure intentions."

Calvin remained unmoved and was very dissatisfied with Steffan's answer. He continued to question him.

"Oh, since you are so noble, why didn't you inform me that you found her since you're aware she's my wife? Why didn't you send her over to me?"

The breaths in the air were colliding between the two men, and it seemed that traces of gunpowder could be smelled.

Steffan could not help but to squint his eyes as a cold smile played on the corner of his mouth.

The previous night, after seeing Calvin at Melvin's birthday party, he was surprised. He had never paid attention to these celebrity news, but he had spent most of his nights looking at articles regarding Calvin on his computer. Of course, he understood everything about him, including Belle.

That night, he smoked for half the night and didn't fall asleep until dawn.

"Mr. Harvey, perhaps you're a famous person in the eyes of the world, rich and powerful, but in my eyes, you're nothing. What makes you think I would like to befriend you? And what makes you think you can order me around? Tell me, did you come here today to denounce me, or are you going to rob someone from me?" He looked straight at him and asked disdainfully.

Calvin looked at him and clenched his fists. In the end, he unclenched them.

"There is no need to snatch my wife away from you. The law states that she is my wife. From today onwards, she must come home with me. I'm only here to relay my message to you," he declared, word by word. He sounded resolute and firm as he declared his family's fate solemnly.

"Oh," Steffan raised his serious eyebrows and asked, "Is she willing to go with you?"

"Well." Calvin was stunned. He hesitated a little and said, "You should know that she is only willing to stay by your side now because she has lost her memories. Once she regains her memories, she will return to me without hesitation. After all, we love each other."

"No, you don't have the right to say this." Steffan's heart trembled and he felt an uncontrollable guilty conscience. He looked up and instantly thundered, "Why did your wife appear in the river during her pregnancy? Did you know? If I had sent her to the hospital a few minutes later, then she would not be in this world right now. What makes you have the right to say this now?"

A loud bomb seemed to have exploded in Calvin's mind and his entire body froze. A chill rose from the soles of his feet up towards his face, as he turned pale. His vision started to become blurry. He put his hand on his chest and stood silent, his expression seemed to be filled with endless thoughts.

Steffan stared at him sternly and aggressively. He couldn't see the look in Calvin's eyes, so he couldn't understand what was going through his mind, but he knew that he had already hit a vital spot.

There was a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Both of them looked at each other and did not speak a word. The atmosphere in the air was heavy and depressing, as if they had been struck by thunder.