Invincible Heir novel Chapter 8

Tracy jolted at Baron’s words. Terry and Sherry were similarly shocked.

Trembling, Tracy stood, biting her lip tightly. Her makeup had run off, but it did nothing to mask her incredible beauty.

Splat.

“Divorce?”

She slapped Baron across the face, raging, “Who do you take me for?

“I’ll admit that you too were a victim of what happened five years ago. If you didn’t want to get married, you could have refused. Why, then, did you leave after the wedding?

“Do you have any idea how much humiliation I suffered after you left? Do you know how the children at her kindergarten mock her for being a fatherless wild child?

“Do you know how awful it felt to have my daughter come up with our only wedding photo and ask me countless times when her dad is coming back?

“I’ve waited for my husband all this time. My daughter’s waited for her father all this time. And now you’re telling me – you want a divorce?

“Tell me, could you bear to do this to me? To our daughter?”

Tracy finally erupted into tears, as if letting out everything she’d endured on her own for five years.

Every rebuke stabbed into Baron’s heart. By the time Tracy truly started sobbing, he – the conquering hero, who never once cried in pain from a thousand wounds – actually shed a tear.

Baron took a step forward, and wrapped Tracy tightly in his embrace.

“Let go of me! Get out! Get out of my life! Aren’t you going to divorce me? We’ll go to Civil Affairs first thing tomorrow, then!” Tracy struggled as she continued to cry, hammering her fists against Baron’s chest.

Baron’s arms were tighter than a bear trap. He held her in place as she railed against him, murmuring into her ear, “I’m sorry. I’ll never leave you two again for the rest of my life!”

Seeing that Tracy was settling down, Sherry panicked, rushed forward, and forcefully separated the two, seething, “Tracy’s telling you to get out, so what are you sticking around for? Get out!”

With one final thud, Baron was booted out.

Although they’d chased him out, Baron was actually happy. Tracy wasn’t willing to divorce him.

Be it for her reputation or for her daughter, staying together was the best outcome for Baron.

After he left Tracy’s home, Baron went straight to the Cona branch of the Brone Group.

The Brone Group was based in the state of Donas, established by Baron’s mother Elizabeth before she’d met his father. When word of their union had got out, the Owen Clan had taken the company by force.

The Owen Clan had only given Baron the Brone Group after hearing of his position in the Pola Islands.

Standing beneath the Brone company’s office building, Baron lamented the humiliation and hurt his mother had endured, feeling his hackles rise.

“One day, I’m going to pay a personal visit to the Owen family.” The rage in his eyes slowly dimmed.

At this moment, a white Maserati stopped in the parking lot of the Brone Group, and a woman in formal dress stepped out of the car.

This woman was Baron’s cheapskate sister-in-law Yuri, and the car was the same betrothal gift that the Perry Clan had received only a few hours ago. She was driving it out so impatiently it was amusing.

“Yuri, I’m jealous! Catching the Lewis Clan’s eye and getting all these priceless gifts. When you marry into that rich family, don’t forget me! I’m your best friend, you know!” Another woman, dressed in Brone Company work attire, was all smiles as she walked towards Yuri.

Yuri took up the woman’s arm enthusiastically, beaming, “You’re the one person I’d never forget. It’s actually me right now who needs your help.”

“Don’t worry your little head, Yuri! With my involvement, you won’t have any problems whatsoever. After all, I’m the manager who decides who lives and dies in HR. If it hadn’t been for company policy, I would have given you the position right away. But that’s fine! You’re just jumping through hoops in a bit.”

“You have my thanks, revered manager!”

“Oh, NOW you’re being polite?”

……

The pair talked and laughed, seeming quite intimate.

“Baron!”

Seeing Baron upon walking to the doorway of the building, Yuri reared back, shocked, and her face sank even before Baron could say anything. “You perverted stalker! My mother chased you out, and now you’re harassing me instead? I’m telling you right now, I’m not helping you even if you got on your knees.”

Baron frowned mildly, scoffing, “You think I’m stalking you? Are you sure you’re not just being paranoid?”