Reaching out, she picked up the property contract from the desk and flipped through it quickly. The divorce papers were definitely not inside.
Her brow furrowed in confusion. Who had taken her divorce papers?
Her suitcase was sitting right there on the floor of the study. Furious, Queenie snapped, "Who gave you permission to go to my atelier and take my suitcase? Do you know what that's called? It's called theft!"
"Heh! I'm the thief? Everything you eat, everything you wear—isn't it all bought with my money? If I really wanted to play hardball, you wouldn't be able to take a single needle out of this house!"
Queenie had no idea what kind of tantrum possessed Zander to go all the way to her atelier just to steal her suitcase.
But confirming he hadn't seen the papers brought her immense relief.
In reality, after hanging up on her yesterday, Zander had ordered his assistant to track her down.
The investigation revealed she had flown to the UK.
He had cut off her cards two days ago. Logically, she shouldn't have had any money to travel, so he had his assistant check if she had liquidated the commercial property she claimed to buy.
It turned out she hadn't bought any property at all.
Remembering the contract he had signed, Zander angrily drove to her atelier and dragged her suitcase back.
He didn't actually care about the money for the two properties. What drove him crazy was that Queenie refused to submit to him.
He assumed that once he cut off her cash flow, she would dutifully crawl back.
Just like she used to—docile and revolving her entire world around him.
Instead, she had flown halfway across the world.
He threw such a massive fit last night purely to force her back.
Now that she was actually standing in front of him, his anger had subsided slightly.
"We have a college reunion tonight. Everyone is bringing a plus-one. You're coming with me."

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