The Ending She Read (And the One He Rewrote) novel Chapter 22

If she didn't have to, she could happily stay indoors for a whole month without ever leaving.

She wondered, just briefly, if there was even the slightest chance Jason would leave the Summit Villa to her in the divorce?

"Where's Jason?"

"... Mr. Whitaker went out right after he finished talking to you."

Tsk, tsk!

That bastard!

Not even a torrential downpour could stop him from rushing to his precious first love!

Wait, no!

The spicy kick of the ginger tea hit the back of her throat, instantly snapping Harriet back to reality.

Her attitude was all wrong!

She didn't have the divorce settlement in her hands yet. Whether the first digit was a 1 or a 9, and how many zeros came after it—that was all still up in the air.

And all of it was firmly in Jason's control.

How could she call him a bastard?

That man was the golden ticket to her comfortable future!

Listening to the steady patter of the rain, Harriet solemnly adjusted her mindset.

Since it was a foregone conclusion that she would become his ex-wife, playing the amicable, reasonable mother of his children would definitely yield a much better payout than playing the bitter, vindictive ex.

Right. Time to do some serious damage control and start earning back some positive points!

Bzz!

The screen on the table lit up.

It was Jason's phone.

Jane turned her head just in time to see the message pop up from Harriet.

[Honey...]

Jason picked up the phone.

Jane didn't see the rest of the message, nor did she know what Harriet had said.

Jane looked up at Jason.

In the cramped room, the tall, broad-shouldered man sat on an old rattan sofa, looking slightly out of place.

But as he spoke eloquently, his voice was rich, his gaze focused and serious.

He looked as if he were glowing.

The thought that a man like this had married a toxic woman like Harriet, letting her become Mrs. Whitaker and the mother of his children, made Jane's blood boil.

She was so distracted that Professor Sinclair caught her off guard. "Jane, you've spent so many years abroad. What's your take on what Jason just said?"

"I agree with Jason," Jane said, quickly steadying herself. "But beyond AI integration, I think in terms of renewable energy..."

Jason almost exclusively traveled via private jet, meaning his flight paths were always pre-approved.

Seeing Jason give a slight nod of agreement, Jane smiled radiantly. "Jason, it's so good to have you here!"

Without pushing her luck any further, Jane waved gracefully. "I'll see you the day after tomorrow then!"

The white Ferrari sped off, looking like a streak of moonlight cutting through the dark.

Jason looked down and slid into the driver's seat.

Bzz!

His phone buzzed again.

"Hello?"

Jason answered the call.

A sharp female voice came through the speaker. "Jason! Seraphina went missing and you didn't even tell the family? Your father was absolutely furious today!"

"It was a false alarm. Everything is fine!"

"How is everything fine? Did you see Seraphina's hair..." the voice demanded angrily. "After that incident last time, your father blew up, and what did she do? She hid away in the Summit Villa and refused to show her face. And now this happens! The Whitakers have never been so utterly humiliated!"

"Come back for dinner tomorrow. Your father has something to say to you!"

The call disconnected.

Jason's expression was dark and heavy.