She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 110

Justin turned to look for Herbert, only to see that he had already disappeared into the elevator with Sylvie.

A deep frown etched into his face. For the first time ever, a flash of genuine anger toward his business partner flared in his chest.

Looking back at the panicked crowd, he just waved his hand dismissively. "Everyone, go back to work."

He didn't go back up to his office. Instead, he walked straight out of the building.

When he reached his reserved parking spot and saw his Porsche Panamera, his already foul mood took a bizarre turn. Despite the overwhelming stress of the company's impending doom, his mind inexplicably conjured the image of Hulda, looking effortlessly cool as she fixed his engine.

A strange, chaotic sensation fluttered wildly in his chest.

"Fuck. I must be losing my damn mind! I've lost it!" Cursing himself out loud, he aggressively yanked the car door open, jumped in, and slammed on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot.

The despair radiating through H&J Technologies, however, didn't last very long.

That very afternoon, The Conrad Atherton Institute dropped a bombshell press release.

The Quantum Crystal Laboratory was officially hosting a relaunch press conference scheduled for next Friday. The event would be spearheaded by the newly appointed Director of the R&D Center.

Simultaneously, they announced that the lab would be opening its doors to public bidding for corporate partnerships. The specific criteria and qualifications required to participate would be unveiled during the press conference.

The news sent massive shockwaves throughout the global tech and academic sectors.

It wasn't just the thrill of the lab's revival; the industry was vibrating with sheer curiosity. Everyone was dying to catch a glimpse of this mysterious new director—the prodigy whom Conrad had personally invited, bypassing all standard protocols against massive internal opposition.

With the conference set for next Friday and the lab having just restarted, Hulda practically lived in her workspace for the next few days. Completely isolating herself from the outside world, she focused entirely on calibrating the equipment and analyzing the data on her monitors.

It wasn't until Friday evening that she suddenly realized she still hadn't picked up the finalized divorce decrees from her mentor.

As her loyal assistant, Abby Corbett had been working grueling hours right alongside her. Expecting to pull another all-nighter, Abby was stunned to see her boss packing her bag.

"Director, are you heading out?" she asked.

There was a twinge of melancholy, a bit of bitterness, but overwhelmingly, she felt a profound sense of relief and liberation.

She could finally, completely close the door on that catastrophic marriage.

"Go on, don't drag it out. Give him the papers tonight and make a clean break," Conrad instructed softly, leaning back against his pillows.

Her grip on the folders tightened slightly before she nodded. "I will." She stood up and gave him a heartfelt hug out of deep gratitude. "Thank you for everything, Mr. Atherton."

"There's no need to thank me. Now, get going," he replied with a wave of his hand, shooing her out.

Watching her disappear through the doorway, the old man muttered under his breath, "Silly girl. If you want to thank anyone, you should be thanking that boy."

A second later, he scowled.

Actually, that boy didn't deserve any thanks either. He was just doing what he was supposed to do.