Willow nodded. "I gave them to him."
"Did he say anything?"
Willow replayed the scene in her mind. "There was a lot going on at the time, so I just dropped the papers and left. But knowing him, he's definitely going to have his lawyers comb through every word first."
Having been in the industry for years, Jade knew exactly how these elite circles operated. Running any agreement past a legal team was standard procedure for them, as they were ruthlessly obsessed with maximizing their own interests.
"Let him. I have a hundred ways to deal with scumbags like him. While I'm gone, call me immediately if anything comes up."
"I will," Willow said thoughtfully. "It probably won't take long. He wants this divorce desperately. After all, the only way he and Vivienne Sinclair can truly be together is if we're done."
Jade scoffed angrily. "When you're dealing with a degenerate like that, you don't drag things out. The best thing you can do is cut him off and get as far away as possible."
"Yeah."
The conversation naturally dampened their spirits, prompting Jade to suggest a change of pace. "I'm taking you somewhere fantastic tomorrow. You need to unwind."
"Where to?"
"You'll see when we get there."
The next day.
The moment Willow got out of bed, Jade launched into full makeover mode. After hours of doing her makeup and picking out outfits, Willow stared at her reflection in the mirror, completely stunned.
It was still her, of course, but her entire aura had radically transformed.
She naturally had a radiant complexion, and Jade had deliberately chosen a bright, sky-blue dress to accentuate it. The vibrant color made her skin look incredibly luminous and flawless. Paired with the meticulously styled hair and makeup, the heaviness she usually carried seemed to vanish. Instead, she exuded the captivating allure of a classic, voluptuous beauty.
"Willow, you look absolutely stunning," Jade breathed out, unable to hide her awe.
Willow stayed silent.



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