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“Amelia. What are you doing here? Leave right now. Don’t make this any uglier than it already

is.”

“Ugly?”

Amelia stopped walking and stood directly in front of all the cameras.

She let out a cold laugh.

“Of course you want me gone. That way, you can keep performing here without any restraint and dump all your filth on me, right?”

Afraid that Amelia’s sudden appearance might soften Ethan’s resolve and ruin their plan, Hannah immediately spoke up before he could.

She said gently, “Amelia, at this point, everything is already out in the open. There’s no point in you coming here to make a scene. You and Ethan were married for years. No one wants things to end like this. It’s better for everyone if you just let it go and part peacefully.”

“You really have the nerve to say that,” Amelia shot back, turning her full attention on Hannah, her words sharp and cutting. “In all my years, this is the first time I’ve seen a mistress so eager to put herself on public display. Hannah, stop hiding behind your widow label. Everyone can see exactly what you want, to marry into money again.”

Hannah’s face changed instantly.

“Amelia!” Beatrice cut in loudly, her voice edged with panic. “How can you still be so stubborn? Hannah and Ethan are innocent. If you keep this up, you’ll completely disgrace the Harlows, and there won’t be a place for you in it anymore.”

Amelia slowly turned her head.

“Oh?” She lifted a brow in contempt. “Now you’re not chasing me for 30 million to buy out the Harlows‘ so–called years of raising me? What, the money hasn’t come through yet, and you’re already rushing to cut ties and act like you get to judge me on behalf of the family?”

The information packed into that single sentence hit just as hard as any previous bomb.

The reporters exploded again.

Cameras and microphones swung wildly toward Amelia.

“Ms. Harlow, is that true? Did Ms. Beatrice demand 30 million from you?”

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“Ms. Harlow, about the photos of you cheating during the marriage and your alleged affair with Mr. Everett, is there more to the story?”

“Please respond directly.”

Facing the barrage of questions, Amelia showed no sign of panic.

She simply raised her hand slightly, signaling for silence.

“I know what you all want to hear.”

Watching Amelia slip completely out of his control, unease crept into Ethan’s chest.

He stood up and shouted at her, “Amelia. What exactly are you trying to do? Do you have any idea how much damage your nonsense here could do to the company’s stock price?”

Even now, all he cared about was the company’s interests.

Hearing that, the last trace of hesitation in Amelia’s eyes turned to ash.

She lifted her gaze and met his warning stare head on.

“Mr. Rowe, that’s a funny thing to say,” she replied coolly, rolling her eyes without restraint. “I’m no longer part of the Rowes. Whether Rowe Group’s stock goes up or down has nothing to do with me.”

Ethan immediately caught the key phrase in her words. His expression shifted.

He stared at her intensely, as if trying to read something from her face, his voice dropping unconsciously. “Amelia, what do you mean by that?”

Amelia didn’t back down.

She slowly took a deep breath, as if exhaling every grievance and resentment from the past six years.

Then she took out the document she had just received.

Under the focus of hundreds of cameras, she held the divorce certificate high and announced clearly, “What I mean is this. Over a month ago, Mr. Rowe and I already signed the divorce agreement. The waiting period is over, and the divorce certificate has been officially issued. So from every legal standpoint, I, Amelia, and you, Ethan, are no longer married.”

What?

Amelia and Ethan had already been divorced?

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As for Ethan, the moment he saw the document in her hand, it was as if he had been struck by lightning. All the color drained from his face.

“That’s impossible,” he shouted. “That certificate is fake. I never signed any divorce agreement.”

His first instinct was denial.

How could he have signed it?

He had never truly planned to divorce Amelia. Everything he had done was meant to pressure her, to force her to submit and recognize her place.

“Mr. Rowe really does forget easily,” Amelia said coldly, her gaze unfamiliar and distant.

“Did you really forget? A month ago, who was it that brought Hannah and her daughter into our home without a shred of concern? Your so called kindness turned me into a public joke. Back then, you brushed me off at every turn. That was when the divorce agreement was signed.”

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