Casper looked uncertain, furrowing his brow. "No idea if we'll have power tomorrow."
He noticed Eliza's anxiety.
Even though it made him feel a bit uneasy, he kept his cool. "Anyway, you've already signed the papers. Even if city hall is out of commission for a while, the asset transfer will still go through. Don't stress."
But that wasn't what Eliza meant.
His words made it seem like she was only worried about the money.
"I just feel a bit unlucky."
"Divorce is unlucky by nature," he chuckled.
Eliza glanced up at him...
He wasn't wrong.
Divorce was unlucky, and dealing with more misfortune didn't seem all that surprising.
"Then we'll just keep an eye on the news and touch base later," she suggested, trying to find a middle ground.
He nodded.
After a polite goodbye, Eliza hailed a cab and left.
Casper stood there for a moment before his chauffeured car pulled up.
The passenger window rolled down, revealing Dillon's concerned face. "Mr. Casper, did you get the divorce finalized?"
"Why do you care so much?"
Dillon quickly got out, opened the rear door with a respectful gesture. "You came here for this, so I just wanted to check if everything went smoothly."
Casper slid into the backseat, pinching the bridge of his nose, looking a bit defeated. "The power went out."
"The power... went out?"
A power outage in Falconridge was almost unheard of.
Casper and Eliza went to get divorced, and there was a power outage? What kind of plot twist was this?
"Yeah, pretty unlucky," Dillon echoed, quickly shifting gears. "Mr. Casper, Susan's father, Ronan, is waiting for you at Welton International."
"Did he say what it's about?" Casper asked, his eyes closed, fingers massaging his temples.
Dillon had asked.
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