when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher) novel Chapter 130

When she left, He went crazy 

Chapter 130 Carrots and Sticks 

After speaking, the apartment fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.. 

Christopher’s blue eyes fixed on me, filled with an emotion that seemed impossible to dissolve. The nonchalant demeanor he usually wore cracked ever so slightly, and the air between us grew dense and oppressive. 

It was unclear how much time had passed before Christopher finally stood up, meticulously folding the blanket before picking up his coat from the single sofa and draping it over his arm. His voice was a low murmur. “Sorry for troubling you last night. I’ll be on my way now.” 

I unconsciously picked at my fingers, the impending departure making me ask once more. The divorce…” 

“We’ll talk about it later. Christopher avoided my gaze, his long lashes lowered to conceal his emotions. “You heard Donald’s call. I need to get back to the company for a meeting.” 

With that, he almost didn’t give me a chance to respond before striding away on his long legs, as if he feared I might 

say something to protest. 

I lowered my eyes 

reyes to the floor, vaguely hearing the sound of the elevator arriving outside, and bitterly tugged at the corners of my mouth. 

The sudden tinging of my phone pulled me back to reality. 

Elissa sounded in good spirits. “Hope, do you remember that office we liked a few days ago? They just contacted me. The owner’s in Jacquar today, and we can meet her in person.” 

“I remember,” I answered while tossing clothes into the washing machine. “Have you set a time? I’m free whenever.” 

Elissa confirmed, “Yeah, I did. I’ll pick you up on the way.” 

After hanging up, I changed clothes and applied soche light makeup. As I got downstairs, Elissa’s Audi arrived just in 

time. 

When we arrived at the prime office building, the agent was waiting in the lobby. “Ms. Royston, Miss. Wilson, the owner will be here shortly. Shall we wait for her to arrive before going up?: 

Neither Elissa nor I had any objections. 

The owner indeed arrived quickly, but when I saw that it was Kimberly’s mother, Skylar, I was taken aback. I wasn’t sure if it was a coincidence or something more deliberate, but the encounter felt off. 

Skylar, exuding elegance and clutching a rare Hermès bag, looked at me without a trace of surprise. Her attitude was distant and cold. “Are you the one looking to rent the 16th floor?” 

“Yes,” I replied, maintaining a balance between humility and firmness. 

As we toured the office space, the agent was enthusiastically detailing its features when Skylar interjected indifferently, “No need for introductions. I know more about her than you do.” 

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Chapter 130 Carrots and Sticks 

Her simple, cold statement, devoid of any harshness, felt like a stinging slap across my face. An indescribable. 

discomfort settled over me. 

Elissa initially thought Skylar was just being condescending, but now she sensed something more subtle and gave me a questioning look. 

her a 

I shook my head. Skylar stopped at the door of a conference room, sharp as she looked at me. “Shall we talk 

alone?” 

Clearly, she wanted to discuss more than just the office rental. 

I agreed and followed Skylar into the conference room. 

As soon as the glass door closed, Skylar snapped, “Ms. Royston, you truly are a two–faced person.” 

I frowned. “What?” 

Skylar, her face almost untouched by time, was filled with disgust. “You said you will divorce Christopher Valence, but then you put on a pitiful act in front of us. Christopher Valence gave up a three to four billion dollar deal for you. Quite the tactic.” 

Hearing this, I was stunned. Christopher had given up such a significant deal for me? 

“Ms. Royston, to be honest, it’s best to know your own worth.” Skylar said as pulled out a chair and sat down, her chin. lifted, fully displaying the affluent poise of old money. 

She continued, “The Valence Group’s current predicament would naturally be resolved if the news of a collaboration with us got out. But by interfering, you’re only holding Christopher back. Yes, he is indeed an exceptional man. In terms of looks, family background, ability, and character, not just in Jacquar but nationwide, few can compare with him. It’s normal for you to cling to him. However, one must always consider whether they are worthy. You, without parents or a notable background, what do you have to secure the position of Mrs. Valence?” 

Skylar spoke as if discussing something trivial, yet each word pierced my heart like a knife. 

I clenched my fists and spoke calmly. “Mrs. Harris, I respect you out of courtesy, but if you are so biased and distort the truth for your daughter’s sake, don’t blame me for being impolite.” 

To her, the absence of a family pedigree, parents, or societal standing meant I deserved to be trampled underfoot. 

Skylar sneered, as if she had heard a particularly amusing joke. “I’d like to see how you can be impolite to me.” 

I met her gaze steadily. “Whether I divorce Christopher Valence, or when I do, is entirely my decision.” 

As Skylar’s expression grew increasingly sour, I pressed on coldly, “Is it your business to pressure me about my marriage every single day?” 

Skylar’s brows furrowed tightly, and she gave a sarcastic smile. “You change your tune quickly. A few days ago, you were a little rabbit, and now you’re baring your fangs? Go on, say whatever you have to say!” 

There’s nothing more to say.” I shrugged, my voice icy. “It’s just rare to see a mother who condones her daughter being