Chapter 1 I Got Divorced, so Call Me Miss Marshall

• The night was dark. In the huge room, a man's body was intertwined with a woman's, and embarrassing sounds kept ringing in the air.
• After everything was done, the woman dragged her exhausted body off the bed, then took out a document and a pen from a drawer, proceeding to pass it to the man.
• The woman moved her slightly swollen lips and said, "You have to wake up early for the business trip tomorrow, so sign it first in case you forget."
• Any person would think that it was a relatively important yet common document, but there were two surprising words printed on the top.
• 'Divorce Agreement'.
• The man got up from the bed, his chest still bare and laden with marks left behind by the woman's nails. However, his expression returned to its usual calm and indifference as he glanced at the contents of the agreement, then signed his name.
• "I'll give you another 70 million," he said calmly.
• Abbie Marshall was stunned, then she smiled. "It's okay. We agreed beforehand that I should leave without taking anything with me."
• "A woman's 10 years is worth 70 million."
• Abbie's thoughts were slightly disturbed. Time flies…
• Ten years had passed since she married him based on a contract. When she was brought over at age 15, she became his fiancée.
• The first thing Liam Henderson said when he first saw her was that he couldn't be with her. If she wanted to stay with the Henderson Family, she would have to sign a contract, which was the one that detailed her leaving the Henderson Family after ten years.
• In those ten years, they pretended to be passionately in love in front of the elders, but they treated each other as strangers elsewhere. She wouldn't appear in places where he was around, and this was all per the contract.
• Now that the ten years were up, everything had finally ended. Abbie collected her thoughts. She had just put down the divorce agreement and was about to shower when the man picked her up from behind, then walked back toward the bed.
• After being together for so many years, Abbie instantly knew what the man was thinking. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "I'm tired already. Can't we sleep for today?"
• "One last time." The man lowered his head and kissed her lips, his impersonal voice injected with bits of longing. Almost no woman in this world could reject that.
• Abbie caressed the man's abs, thinking that since this was their last time, she could afford to comply. The man noticed it as well, and he got even bolder.
• The night was exceptionally long. The next day, when Abbie woke up, she regretted complying, as her entire body ached as if a huge truck had just run her over.
• Still, it was our last time. Abbie noticed the divorce agreement left on the desk—the signature column filled. Just then, a call came in. It was Liam's assistant, Cedric Chapman.
• "Ma'am, Mr. Henderson wants me to pay a visit and manage the divorce agreement. Do you have time today?" Cedric asked respectfully.
• "Yes, I do. You can come over right now."
• Abbie spent an hour tidying herself, then packed her luggage. When she took her seat properly on the couch, Cedric arrived as well. He took out another copy of the divorce agreement.
• Just as Liam had said, there were another 70 million listed in the terms. He had also signed this agreement.
• "Mr. Henderson said that this agreement would take effect instead. Please sign it again."
• Abbie smiled lightly. "It's okay. I'm fine with leaving without anything. Be our notary, won't you?"
• Cedric was stunned. Is she out of her mind? Why doesn't she want money?
• Having worked with Liam for years, Cedric knew Abbie needed a proper job. She simply stayed home, and she had absolutely no social skills. If she leaves without taking a penny, what would become of her? Can she survive?
• Cedric couldn't help but remind her, asking, "Ma'am, it's a lot of money. Are you sure you don't want it?"
• "We've already agreed on it, and it won't change now. Oh, also, stop calling me ma'am."
• Cedric had imagined all sorts of reluctant behavior coming from Abbie or how elated she would be when she got the money, but unexpectedly, she kept her poise, and she had even prepared her luggage.
• "Ma—Miss Marshall, you should reconsider your decision. After all, this isn't a small amount."
• Just then, the phone rang. Abbie glanced at it, then said, "There's nothing to reconsider. I have something to attend to, so I'm leaving now." Abbie left decisively with her luggage in tow, leaving a stunned Cedric behind.
• Sometime later, Cedric's phone rang as well. It was a call from Liam.
• "Is everything done?" The man's cold voice brought him back to his senses as he replied, "More or less."
• "If she refuses to leave, give her the villa as well," the man said, then paused for a bit. "She's been with me for ten years, after all. I don't mind giving her more."
• Cedric was embarrassed to say it, but still, he told the truth. "Miss Marshall didn't want anything."
• Liam's voice turned even colder. "Miss Marshall? You were quick to change the way you address her."
• "Miss Marshall insisted that I change it." Cedric gulped unconsciously. Oops… He doesn't sound too pleased.
• Cedric thought Liam would say more, but when he checked the phone again, the call had already ended.
• Meanwhile, Abbie had just left the villa. A car was already waiting outside, and a man in the car offered her a bouquet as he smiled pleasantly, saying, "Boss, congrats on completing the mission and regaining your single life."
• Abbie's expression was cold, as if she were born that way. "Yeah."
• Dylan Frost had always been Abbie's secret subordinate. "We're throwing a huge party, so come and have fun with us tonight, Boss."
• He was careful with his words but still got rejected.
• "I'm busy," she replied without hesitation.
• "Fine." Dylan shrugged. "I thought you'd like it. After all, when you were married, you rarely came over, so I thought—"
• When he said that, he sounded a little like he was trying to test her. Abbie glanced indifferently at him. "Don't mention the marriage anymore. It's over now. I just don't like parties; they're a waste of time. I'd rather spend time productively."
• Dylan sighed discreetly. "That's good. I thought you're used to—"
• Realizing that he was about to mention the marriage again, he hastily stopped talking.
• Abbie didn't mind it that much. After all, she had been with Liam for ten years, so it was only reasonable that her subordinates would touch on the subject. They would eventually stop talking about him in the future.
• Back then, Abbie went to the Henderson Family for a mission she had to complete. Now that it was done, nothing in the past was worth her reminiscing.
• The image of the haughty man flashed across Abbie's mind. She chuckled. At least he was good-looking and came from a prestigious background. I have no qualms.
• Getting together and then going their separate ways on good terms was the best ending for them.