Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 99

The two split on bad terms. As soon as she stepped out of the Templeton Group building, she called Louis, "I'm filing for divorce."

Louis had already laid out the pros and cons of filing for divorce to her before, so now he didn't beat around the bush, and just told her what documents to prepare.

After hanging up the phone, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Rosemary never wanted to burn bridges, hoping to just quietly untie the knot like how quietly they had tied it. With a high-profile family like the Templetons, the media was always on the lookout, ready to broadcast any hint of drama far and wide. She wasn't keen on airing her broken marriage for the world to gossip, pity, or throw shade at.

But it had come to the point where she had no choice but to take it to court.

She found a café, ordered a simple meal, and set up a meeting with someone in an hour. At 6:40 p. m., a guy in a black down jacket and a windproof mask walked in, scanned the café, and made a beeline for Rosemary.

"Ms. Chambers."

David took off his mask and, turning to the waiter who'd followed him, ordered, "An Americano."

"I need you to dig up dirt on someone," Rosemary pulled up a photo on her phone and passed it over.

David used to be a journalist with some serious chops, exposing scoops that others couldn't touch, and he had a knack for teasing his reveals, leaving those with skeletons in their closets shaking in their boots.

But he got too flashy and someone gave him a beating, left him lying on the ground like a dead one, not moving an inch. Rosemary had saved him by chance, and that life-saving favor was now owed.

Glancing at the photo, David lifted his gaze, "How deep do you want this dig to go?"

He had an inkling. If she was coming to him, it wasn't for the kind of surface-level stuff anyone could find out.

Rosemary stared at the photo of Stacey looking down her nose with that smug look, her lips parting slightly, "Enough to ruin her reputation."

David didn't ask further, snapped a photo of the picture with his phone, and asked for some basic info on the target, "I'll get in touch when I have something."

This kind of business, it was safer to keep it off the records.

"Also, sniff around for anything juicy on Maxwell, especially any women scandals."

David shook his head, "I've trailed him before. Barely got started and got busted red-handed. Plus, the Templeton Group pretty much has a monopoly over Greenwood's media scene. Anything that's come out over the years is only because he allowed it."

Sure, there were some who tried their luck, but their stories were pulled within minutes of going live. Those who risked their necks for a few minutes of fame were few and far between these days.

Despite being braced for this, Rosemary still felt a twinge of disappointment, "Alright, then. Just focus on Stacey."

Business wrapped up, and just as the coffee arrived, David grabbed it and left without lingering.

Rosemary took her time, sipping her coffee. Her phone buzzed twice on the table. It was a text from Larry, attempting to rekindle their connection.

It used to be all about planning their future together, brainwashing her about the importance of family glory. Seeing her unresponsive, he was now strolling down memory lane.

But what he didn't know was that ever since her mother passed away, all her family memories turned into resentment - against him, against Stacey and her mother.

The thought of Stacey soon tumbling from her high horse to become a pariah eased some of the irritation Rosemary felt due to Maxwell.