Chapter 5 We Are Divorced

• “Right...”
• Jared muttered to himself.
• After Ashlyn returned to her room, she was just about to take a shower when her phone rang.
• It was Lucas.
• “Hello?”
• “Where did you go?” the man asked coldly, his voice laced with a hint of displeasure.
• “Why aren’t you back at this hour?”
• Ashlyn froze.
• “Aren’t we divorced?”
• Why is he still calling me?
• And he’s urging me to go home?
• It’s not even the weekends today.
• Why is he over at Whitland Villa?
• “I haven’t signed it yet, so it’s not valid.”
• Lucas couldn’t help but frown when he remembered what Spencer had told him.
• How can this woman be so straightforward and nonchalant?
• He had come back here right after work without a second thought, only to see the lights that were usually on for his return weren’t lit.
• Pushing open the door, he saw that the house was empty, and that Ashlyn was gone.
• She had simply taken off.
• With an effort, Ashlyn reined back her impatience.
• Trying to sound as gentle as possible, she said petulantly, “I’ve already signed the divorce agreement, honey. You were the one who filed for the divorce.”
• “Be a good girl and come home first, okay?”
• Lucas said, standing by the window and looking out at the lights of the city, like a good husband urging his wife to come home early.
• Ashlyn took a deep breath.
• “Okay! Give me thirty minutes.”
• If I were to flip out directly, who knows if this temperamental man would change his mind on the spot and refuse to divorce?
• By then, I’ll have to go through the trouble of finding a way to divorce again.
• I’m very busy.
• I have no time to play games with him.
• She went down the stairs, her face appallingly cold as her whole body radiated an unwelcoming aura that repelled whoever came near her.
• The men downstairs broke out in a cold sweat at the grim expression on her face.
• They steeled their hearts, asking, “Boss, w-where are you going?”
• “Send me to Whitland Villa,” Ashlyn said frigidly, barely keeping her temper in check.
• Relax, relax...
• You’ll get a divorce in no time.
• Breathe...
• Jared followed her out with glee.
• “I thought you were gonna stay at home.”
• “Zip it!”
• How Ashlyn wished to blow Lucas’ brain out.
• But as of now, she could only take it out on Jared.
• “Go to the training room and practice target shooting for a hundred rounds. Don’t sleep until you finished!”
• “Boss—”
• Jared let out a wail.
• Yet, the svelte woman slammed the door of the Land Rover and left in a huff.
• The Land Rover simply whizzed along the highway.
• The two men in black sitting in the backseat were so frightened by the speed that their faces turned white.
• “B-Boss—”
• “Argh!”
• “S-Slow down!”
• It was at this moment that they finally understood why it was said that a coward should never ride in Ashlyn’s car.
• Their stomachs were churning, but the woman at the driver’s seat was expressionless.
• She was staring at the road straight ahead, skillfully controlling the steering wheel as she stepped on the gas, overtaking cars after cars; all in one smooth motion.
• Even if they were about to throw up, they had to admit that their boss looked really cool driving like this.
• It simply took Ashlyn thirty minutes to arrive when it was originally an hour journey.
• When the Land Rover stopped nearby Whitland Villa, the two men rushed out at once and vomited on the flowerbed by the roadside until their faces went red.
• “Weak! Is that all you can take? If I were to go full steam ahead, you’ll probably be dead by now,” Ashlyn reamed them out for failing to live up to her expectations.
• “Go back and keep training!”