Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 645

Lucy paused. The smile on her face deepened and the chill in her eyes increased.

"After all, you’re my stepfather, right? As a daughter, I have to be filial no matter what. If you die like this, who am I going to be filial to?

"Naturally, you have to be allowed to live, even if it's worse than death, even if you're rolling around in pain every day, you have to live like a dog.

"By then, even if you regret it and want to sign this, or even if you beg for death, you won't be able to."

Fourth Cecil shuddered hard and his face turned pale.

His body was trembling with fear.

"How dare you, how dare you…”

Lucy blinked her eyes. "What did I do?"

Fourth Cecil did not continue to speak any further.

He knew that he was only a prisoner now and that anything he said was no longer useful.

From her bag, Lucy took out a pen and placed it on the glass table.

"Sign this so that you can die well and hope for a better rebirth in the next life. Then you might still make it in time to live again."

Fourth Cecil stared at the pen and did not move for a long time.

Since Lucy was not in a rush, she just waited there quietly.

It was only after a long time that he suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Lucy. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it. What if I don’t sign? What else can you do?"

Lucy had expected that he would not agree so easily.

She laughed lightly and slowly before she suddenly leaned in close to him and said softly through the piece of glass, "Do you know who the man who helped me the last time was? The one who sent you to prison with me?"

To be honest, Fourth Cecil truly did not know.

All he knew was that Lucy had seduced a rich man. He had tried checking who exactly it was but did not get any results.

Lucy's smile was extremely breathtaking yet incomparably cold.

"His name is Joel Foster. He’s the Second Young Master of the Foster family in the capital and he is now my lawfully wedded husband."

Boom!

It was as if a huge thunderclap had exploded in Fourth Cecil’s head.

What?

Foster family?

If his face was pale a moment ago, it was now drained.

Fourth Cecil still knew of the Foster family's name.

They were one of the big four clans in the capital — an existence that he could only look up to in his entire life but dared not grasp.

Unexpectedly, she actually managed to…

He looked at Lucy in disbelief and heard her say casually, "I can't make you live like it’s worse than death, but my husband has always been very good to me. I'm sure he wouldn't want to see me upset, so if he wanted to do it, I can't possibly stop him, right? Weren't you just questioning my abilities? I don't think you'll question his abilities though, right?"

Fourth Cecil's lips trembled but he did not make any sound.

Eventually, he just hung his head weakly and never uttered a word again.

…

Ten minutes later, Lucy walked out with the signed divorce agreement.

Joel was originally sitting on a chair, but when he saw her, he immediately stood up.

"How was it?"

Lucy raised the copy of the agreement in her hand and smiled.

"It was a success."

Joel paused before a happy smile flashed on his face.

"That's good."

Lucy looked at him and did not know what came over her as she suddenly jumped over, hugged his waist, and buried her face into his chest.

Joel rarely saw her do this to him outside, so he was stunned. After a while, he put his hands on her and patted her back gently. Out of concern, he asked, "What's wrong?"