Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 158

The long, deep kiss had Rita short of breath, and her face flushed an unusual red.

She tried to push Liam off her, but the man held her even tighter, until she couldn’t move.

The embarrassment and awkwardness of the situation gave her a migraine.

Especially being kissed in full view of the public. The entire café was stirred up now.

“Mommy, they’re kissing over there.”

An infantile voice warbled from the side. A girl blinked her large doe eyes seriously. “Mommy, I want a kiss too.”

The girl’s mother cleared her throat and covered the girl’s eyes for shame.

Jacob turned around himself, looking out the glass window and snickered, “…in broad daylight, too.”

His voice was a low murmur, as if talking to himself.

But Rita heard every word, and her face lit aflame as she wished she’d turn transparent.

To stop the kiss, she bit down on his lower lip.

Accompanied by the scent of blood on her tongue, Liam’s movements stopped.

“Rita…”

Rita took the chance to push him off. Blushing, she left the scene.

She didn’t stop until she was sure Liam wasn’t following.

Still, the searing heat on her face didn’t fade away.

Leaning on the wall, she lifted her gaze towards the café, and indescribable feeling in her gut.

Taking a few deep breaths, Rita steadied her scattered heartstrings and continued forward.

At the same time, in the café.

Liam followed the girl’s hasty retreat with his eyes and didn’t chase after her. He turned towards Jacob. “Let’s go.”

“To the office or home?” Jacob asked hurriedly.

The man’s deep gaze fell on the girl’s receding back once again, and his ruby lips curved. “The Brown household.”

If the Mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed must go to the Mountain.

If she didn’t want to go to the Wilson household, it was the same if he moved to the Brown household.

***

Also at the same time, inside the Brown Group subsidiary.

The projector was playing live footage of Raymond’s press conference.

“I have already delegated my lawyer to sue Nathan Murphy’s over his sexual assault of my wife. It is my hope that the law punishes the transgressor severely.”

Raymond’s voice played from the footage, and the high-ranking company staff started looking more sour than ever.

With Bella making her statement, the press conference dealt out another heavy blow.

On the internet, the witch hunt against Nathan swelled to new heights.

Not just that, but the internet denizens were even moving from howling for Nathan’s blood to howling for SF. Brown’s blood.

And the mob mentality snowballed – “SF. Brown still hasn’t issued a statement as to how to resolve this incident, so it looks like they’re going to cover for Nathan Murphy! They’ll protect anyone just to make their money; no bottom line to speak of.”

“Cancel Nathan Murphy, cancel the SF. Brown brand.”

“Kind regards to SF. Brown, I hope you go bankrupt tomorrow!”

“Boycott every brand designed by Nathan Murphy, hell, boycott all of this company’s clothes, the disgusting bastards! Get out of the city!”

Seeing the comments levied against them, some people were losing their cool.

Charlie Powers from sales looked at Jason and said, “Mr. Snow, it’s getting out of hand. Are we really going to put our faith in some girl?”

Jason looked at the screen, his head aching horribly.

“Forget whether or not that girl could really solve this problem. If we continue to do nothing, we’ll either get buried under criticism or get cut off from headquarters outright.” Another manager, Matthew Gray, added.

“I know you want to preserve talent, Mr. Snow, but are you really going to cost us all our jobs over one man?” Charlie applied more pressure on Jason.

Jason’s expression turned ugly.

Facing pressure from multiple sides, he was finding it hard to breathe.

He took a look at everyone there and started to waver.

That’s right, was he really going to offer everyone up to the platter?

He was a businessman, so he naturally understood what a bum deal that was.

After weighing the pros and cons, Jason sighed. “What’s your plan?”

“Assemble a press conference right away and fire Nathan! Then give reparations to Bella Colt and make it clear that we won’t tolerate his behavior; salvage our online reputation.” Seeing Jason loosen up, Charlie happily presented his already prepared strategy.”

Tapping his hand, he continued,

“If you agree, Mr. Snow, just sign here, please.”

Seeing the paper, Jason’s face sank, and his pupils grew conflicted.

After a few seconds, he placed the pen over the dotted line of the signature.

Then he stopped again.

“Don’t hesitate, Mr. Snow, sign it,” Charlie sighed and urged on.

Then the office door opened.

Rita walked in from outside, bright eyes scanning the motion on the desk, then landing coldly on Jason. “You’re not going back on your word, are you, Mr. Snow?”

“I…” Jason’s face was unpleasant to look at.

“You came at just the right time. Didn’t you saw you were going to get us out of this? You talked a big game, then left right then and there. Now the situation’s getting worse and worse, what’s your plan?”

A dissatisfied Charlie tapped the screen, where Raymond’s press conference was still going on.

Rita remained calm. “I said I’d resolve it in three days; it’s only been two, right? What’s the rush?”