Chapter 7 Mischievous Face

• Several bystanders who had been quietly watching the drama unfold couldn't help but chuckle when they heard Lucille's words.
• Although they tried to keep their laughter low, Molly still heard it.
• Her expression instantly soured.
• When Lucille first entered the building, Molly deliberately raised her voice to attract these onlookers, hoping to publicly humiliate Lucille. But now, it was Molly who ended up embarrassed in front of everyone.
• In reality, Molly was just a secretary in the office, with no access to anything important. The only time she got to accompany the president was when he needed a female companion at events.
• After all, among the secretaries, she was the only one who had the looks and figure suitable for such occasions.
• But what Molly had always considered her biggest advantage was now turned into a joke by Lucille's calm and straightforward tone.
• A secretary who's only brought to low-tier events to flirt and deal with people Flint couldn't be bothered with.
• The more Molly thought about it, the more frustrated she became. Lucille's composed smile grew increasingly irritating.
• Even the idea of impressing the person standing behind Lucille no longer brought Molly any satisfaction.
• "So instead of overstepping and meddling in my business, why don't you spend some time in front of a mirror and figure out what a truly mischievous face looks like?" Lucille finished sharply, then turned to leave.
• Just as she was about to walk away, Molly suddenly exclaimed, "Mr... Mr. Ashworth!"
• Feigning surprised as if she had just noticed Flint, Molly switched on her pitiful performance, trying to play up the grievance from Lucille's scolding.
• With red-rimmed eyes and a trembling lower lip, she choked out, "Madam seems to have misunderstood our relationship."
• Molly crafted her words carefully. Saying this in front of everyone would put Flint in a tricky position. If he denied having any relationship with her, he would likely scold Lucille, leaving her humiliated. But if he accepted her implication, she'd gain more standing in the company, making others think twice before crossing her.
• Molly's plan seemed perfect, until Flint completely ignored her comment. His cold gaze instead fixed on Lucille's slightly indifferent expression.
• Lucille had already turned around when she heard Molly call out. Seeing Flint and Sebastian returning as if they had just wrapped up a business deal, she didn't bother with pleasantries and cut straight to the point.
• "I've signed the divorce papers. Didn't we agree to finalize the divorce today? I waited at the Department of State for an hour. You're wasting my time," Lucille said, her voice laced with a hint of accusation.
• It was the first time since their marriage that Flint had heard Lucille speak to him like this.
• Though he didn't know her well, Flint was aware that Lucille wasn't particularly mild-tempered. But the little gentleness she had was reserved for him alone.
• It was precisely because of this that Flint found it jarring to see her so cold and distant now.
• Even when she had sarcastically called him blind in front of everyone earlier, he had let it slide.
• His eyes locked onto Lucille's. The love that usually filled her gaze when she looked at him had now vanished, replaced by cool detachment and unfamiliarity.
• For some reason, this indifference stirred a flash of anger in Flint's heart.
• He stepped closer to Lucille, the sudden pressure from his presence causing her to instinctively pull back a bit, her aloof demeanor wavering slightly as she took a couple of steps back.