Mr. Remus, Your Billionaire Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 12

Neil sneered. “Was that too much? I still haven’t asked you to fulfill your conjugal obligations!”

Silvia gritted her teeth. “In your dreams!”

“Either you come back with me, or I stay here with you. Pick one.”

Silvia took a deep breath. She felt that she could bear with him since it would only take a week. She turned around and walked toward the Maybach on the roadside.

Neil stopped her. “Aren’t you going to pack your luggage?”

Silvia was unbothered. “I’ll be back after a week, so I don’t need to pack my stuff.”

Neil’s expression darkened. He entered the car with a cold expression and did not talk to Silvia. He just picked up a document to read.

Silvia casually glanced at the document in his hand. Her expression suddenly changed. “Are you acquiring MY Corporation?”

Neil frowned and glared at her. “Weren’t you uninterested in my work in the past?”

Disdain flashed in Silvia’s eyes. “You’re speaking as though you would tell me more if I was interested.”

Neil recalled the night before when Silvia said that she was going to work. He looked at her and asked, “Did you join MY Corporation?”

“Yes. I think you’d better give up on acquiring MY Corporation as soon as possible. You won’t succeed.”

Neil was unmoved. “As long as I offer enough money, nothing is impossible.”

“You can try.”

No matter how much he offered, she would not sell MY Corporation!

Neil sensed something off about Silvia’s attitude, but he did not dwell on it. He assumed that she had just joined MY Corporation, so she did not want the company to close down.

“What’s your position in the company?”

“I’m a cleaner.”

Neil was speechless.

Silvia saw the disbelief on his face, but she remained indifferent. “If you don’t believe me, just forget it.”

Was it not a cleaner’s job to get rid of useless parasites in the company?

Neil kept quiet for a few seconds before he suddenly said, “The HR staff in MY Corporation really sucked at recruiting. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have put you in that position.”

Silvia snorted. “Losers always look down on others. They can’t succeed, so they feel like others can’t succeed either.”

Neil raised his eyebrows. “If I’m a loser, what does that make my wife?”

Silvia had no retort.

She turned around and refused to talk to Neil anymore.

When Neil saw her angry face, he found her slightly adorable for some reason. He even spoke more gently without realizing it.

“Your grandfather’s birthday is next Saturday. I’ll go with you.”

Silvia thought about it before she nodded and said, “We can inform them about our divorce.”

There was a cold glint in Neil’s eyes as he stared at her in annoyance.

“Are you going there to celebrate his birthday or make him angry?”

Silvia looked at him in confusion. She frowned and said, “We’ll need to tell them sooner or later. There’s no point in dragging it.”

Neil sneered. “You’d better get that fifty million dollars together first before we talk about it!”

There was a hint of mockery in his voice. He clearly did not believe that Silvia could obtain fifty million dollars within one week.

Silvia looked down without another word.

An hour later, the car stopped in front of the mansion.

Silvia walked up to the door and entered the password. However, it appeared to be wrong.

She turned around with a frown and looked at Neil who was a few steps away from her. “Did you change the password?” she asked.

“Yes, I changed it to your birthday.”

Bewilderment flashed in Silvia’s eyes before she gave him a mocking look. “I’m sure deep down you know whether it’s my birthday or Ada’s.”

She turned back and entered the password again before she pushed the door and walked in.

Neil frowned as he looked at her back. There was fury in his eyes.

When he changed the password, he had indeed thought of her birthday. It never occurred to him that she shared her birthday with Ada.

Silvia walked to the couch and sat down. She saw the divorce agreement out of the corner of her eyes. Neil had ripped it up and thrown it into the trash can. Her eyes landed on it for a while before she immediately looked away as if she had never seen it.

Neil approached her with an unwelcoming expression again.

“What are we eating tonight?”

Silvia waved her phone. “I’m ordering food delivery. You can eat whatever you want.”

Neil frowned right after she said that. “Takeaway is not healthy.”