Chapter 269
But the real problem was this:/
They probably would not live long enough to see Stella behind bars.
“They really still think you’re the same girl who just came out of the orphanage, someone they can bully however they want,” Jennifer said, clearly annoyed.
And was that not exactly how the Wright family still saw her?
They had convinced themselves Stella was still the woman she used to be, someone they could crush anytime they pleased.
Stella gave a faint smile. “That’s because they still have no idea what my situation is now.”
The moment she said that, Jennifer fell silent.
True.
No one in the entire Wright family knew that Stella had a biological father and an older brother.
And they certainly did not know she was the treasured daughter of the Hogarth family, the family behind the Hogarth Group, one of the richest conglomerates in the world.
Back at Wright Corporation, Fiona was still waiting outside the reception room.
No one in the secretary’s office dared leave for the day while Dora and Fiona were still there.
Except Warner.
The second it was time to clock out, she left.
No concern at all about whether the boss had gone home yet or whether she was “supposed” to stay.
But right now, no one had the energy to care about a small fry like her.
The only thing that mattered was Stella.
The moment the reception room door opened, Fiona rushed over.
“Mom, what happened?”
Evan had looked terrible earlier, and she had not dared ask him anything.
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Then Dora had gone into the reception room and shut the door, and not long after that, voices had started rising inside.
That made Fiona even less willing to ask questions.
Dora glanced at her and ignored the question. “Is Evan still in there?”
Stella had infuriated her so badly on that call that it had taken a full hour before she could even hang up.
Even now, the anger still had not gone down. It was lodged in her chest like a rock.
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That woman was unbelievably infuriating.
But it did not matter.
The thought of Stella going in and never getting to spend a cent of that money made Dora feel much better.
Fiona nodded. “He hasn’t come out once.”
“I’m going to see him.”
With that, Dora headed straight for Evan’s office.
The second she opened the door, the heavy smell of cigarette smoke hit her in the face.
At that same moment, Evan ended a call.
No telling who he had been speaking to.
But his face was dark and grim.
Dora shut the door behind her, walked over, and sat down in the chair across from him.
The divorce papers Patrick had brought in earlier were still sitting there on the desk.
Even now, just seeing the words **Divorce Agreement** made her chest tighten with anger.
She took a deep breath.
“Sign it.”
The three words came out flat and heavy.
The whole Stella situation had been exhausting beyond words.
As far as Dora was concerned, Stella had contributed absolutely nothing to the Wright family in the past three years.
If she had been like Summer, working at Wright Corporation, lahding deals, and actually helping the company, then sure, maybe Dora could have accepted Stella walking away with something.
But Stella had been nothing more than a housewife.
She had done nothing, contributed nothing, and now she wanted to walk away with that much money.
That greedy, shameless face of hers.
Dora just hoped that after Stella went inside, she would still be able to act that arrogant.
When Evan heard her say that, he looked up at her in surprise.
“What did you say?”
“I said sign it.”
That curse had to divorce Evan before she went to prison.
Otherwise, later on, every time anyone brought her up, she would still be tied to the Wright family name.
Dora had had enough of that life.
She never wanted to hear Stella’s name mentioned in the same breath as the Wright family again.
Evan let out a cold, mocking laugh. “She wants a lot of money. You agreed to that too?”
“Yes. I agreed. Happy now?”
Dora sounded irritated.
Anyway, Stella would not have the time or the freedom to spend a single dollar of it.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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