The security guards actually started moving in to kick Claire out.
But before anyone could lay a hand on her, Felix arrived.
The receptionist's heart skipped a beat as she kept stealing glances at Claire.
An anxious thought crept into her mind: "Could this masked woman actually be the boss's wife?"
Felix cut straight through the crowd and walked directly up to Claire. "Let's talk upstairs."
Since it was a private matter, he didn't want the entire company watching.
However, Claire refused to comply, her rebellious streak flaring up. "I'm not going."
He furrowed his brow. "Why not?"
"Afraid I'll interrupt your little rendezvous."
Felix read the implication perfectly from her eyes, freezing for a second. "What are you imagining now?"
Claire let out a cold laugh. "If you weren't guilty, you wouldn't care what I was imagining."
Felix knew Claire had a sharp tongue.
But making a scene in public, right in front of his subordinates, meant his expression turned rather ugly.
"Do you want to discuss this or not?" Felix demanded, suppressing his anger.
Claire's immediate impulse was to curse him out.
But remembering that the divorce was happening tomorrow, she realized she couldn't afford any extra complications.
She swallowed her temper and smiled sweetly. "Of course! Let's talk right now! But I'm not going upstairs. I don't want to burn my eyes looking at anything dirty. Let's find a coffee shop outside."
He wanted to argue that there was nothing 'dirty' upstairs.
But the words caught in his throat, and he was forced to swallow them back down.
In the end, he followed Claire out of the building.
Once the boss was gone, the receptionist nervously asked Felix's assistant, "Was that really Mr. Quigley's wife?"
The assistant nodded. "The one and only."
More importantly, she simply couldn't accept that her favorite ship was a lie!
This was practically a death blow!
Unaware of the drama unfolding back at the office, Claire and Felix walked to a nearby coffee shop.
As soon as they sat down, Claire didn't want to waste a single second. She got straight to the point. "Which clause in the divorce agreement needs changing?"
Felix, who had been the one to demand this meeting, suddenly looked completely unhurried. He deliberately changed the subject. "Grandma hasn't been feeling well lately. Have you been to see her?"
"Huh? She didn't mention feeling sick to me."
Besides, they had just video-chatted the night before, and the older woman had seemed perfectly fine.
Felix replied, "Grandma loves you. She's closer to you than she is to me. You should go back and spend more time with her when you can."
"I don't need you to tell me that."
Besides, over the past five years, she had spent far more time visiting his grandmother than he had as her actual grandson.

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