Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 156

Liam was surprising Rita today. She couldn’t resist the urge to glance at him some more.

Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt that she wasn’t the only one who had changed.

He seemed to have changed as well.

Not as cold as before, a little more talkative.

“What, is there anything on my face?” Maybe she’d lapsed off for too long. Liam’s voice rang out in her ear.

Rita put the rose down and picked up her bag. “I’ve got something important to take care of.”

She’d agreed on three days with Jason, and today was the first.

If she even didn’t go to school, she also have no time to waste.

She had to take control of the situation, or she wouldn’t make it in time.

Looking at her silhouette hurrying away, Liam’s bright eyes dimmed slightly.

Zoe saw his depressed state for what it was.

She looked at the independent girl in the distance and chuckled as she turned to the man before her. “That Rita… don’t mind her, Liam. I’ve spoiled her out of manners.”

“It’s fine.”

The man took a sip of porridge and froze.

This taste… seemed to be Rita’s work.

He raised his eyes to gaze at a mild-tempered Zoe, “This porridge is great. Did you make it?”

“Not me. Rita did.”

It really was her.

He lowered his head and took another sip. The nostalgic flavor spread across his taste buds and lifted the corners of his mouth into an uncontrollable smile.

The sensation was like a small child finally tasting a long-desired piece of candy. The happiness in his heart was practically spilling out.

Maybe he’d just gone too long without having the porridge she made, but he downed the full thing in one sitting.

Didn’t leave a single speck of grain at the bottom.

After Rita left, Zoe kept Liam around for a long chat.

Mostly funny stories, like how Rita messed around climbing walls and trees when she was little.

“Look here, Liam. This box is full of pictures of when she was small. That skinhead cut makes her look like a boy, ha.”

Liam’s dark eyes scanned the photographs inside, but fell focused on a dairy.

There was a sketched design of a small mansion inside when he picked it up and opened it.

On the bottommost of the yellowed drawing paper was a line written in an elegant hand-

“No regrets now that the path is chosen.”

With a date marked alongside it.

Wasn’t that the day they’d gotten engaged?

He still remembered when the old man had discussed the matter of their bridal home.

The old man had allowed her to choose the location, design and layout of the bridal home in the spirit of the occasion. Rita had been overjoyed then. It was just that later on, he’d picked the house they had now of his own volition.

This sketch must have been the bridal home she’d designed back then. A place just for the two of them.

Looking at the drawing, Liam fell deep into thought.

It was a long time before he put the drawing away, left the Brown household and drove straight to the F City bay area.

“Whew… what’s the rush to get me out here, Liam?” Jacob panted, looking at the tall man in front of him. “I haven’t even eaten lunch yet. It’s your treat!”

Liam didn’t pay attention to Jacob’s complaining. He pointed towards the bay area, where the clear coastline shimmered with a sapphire hue, and spoke only two words. “Five days.”

“Huh?” Jacob blinked, confused. What was this about five days?

“I want the land rights to the bay area in five days.”

The corner of Jacob’s mouth twitched. “!!!”

Five days?

Five days to get the rights to this entire stretch of land!

How was that possible.

“Liam, you might as well tell me to go steal it outright. I’d have a better chance of doing that.”

“What, is it too much to ask?” Liam shot a look at Jacob and asked rather humanely.

That moved Jacob quite a bit, who thought that Liam had finally listened to his conscience and realized it was impossible.

He said rather dully, “Yeah, it’s too much. Way too much. I can’t get that done.”

“Okay… four days, then.”

Having thought that Liam would give him a few more days to try, Jacob almost fainted. “…uh…”

“If I don’t see a certificate in four days, I’ll feed you to the sharks.”

Liam the Fascist!

***

Soon, two days had passed since the arrangement with Jason.

Nathan was clearly getting worried.

He shot a look at Rita, who was busy reading a book. “We’ve sat around here doing nothing for two days, girly. If we still don’t act, it’ll be the third day tomorrow. By then, the company will just boot me out as a scapegoat.”

“Rita Brown.” The girl raised her head and spoke.

Seeing Nathan’s confusion, she added mildly, “My name. You can call me Rita.”

Rita Brown?

What a coincidence, her surname was Brown.

Was she somehow related to the Brown Group?

Doubt on doubt, but he was sure of it soon enough.

She was definitely related to the Brown Group.

The Brown family was a large stockholder of the Group. Someone from the family could get into the company with just a word from upstairs. They wouldn’t give a damn about the position of assistant general manager, either.

“Well, Miss Brown, our time’s coming up soon, so shouldn’t we do something?” Nathan sighed.

Compared to his anxious behavior, Rita took a casual sip of juice and said, “Wait.”

“More waiting?” He’d be done for if they sat around any longer.

Rita smiled, didn’t say anything, and passed Nathan her phone, where a video was playing. “You know how Bella Colt’s husband Raymond is going to have a press conference over the photos of Bella and you, right?”

“Yeah.”

Of course Nathan knew.

Raymond Colt was a hot topic who came up on online searches with even the slightest bit of activity.

So he’d seen the news early in the morning, but chosen to ignore it.

Even a simpleton could have guessed that the conference would be a bit of public declaration over how he was a pervert and how he was going to face charges and whatnot.