Part 2She Chose Riches, But I’m the Boss

Under the amused glances of the crowd, I turned to leave.

But before I could take more than a few steps, a familiar voice called out from behind me.

"Julian, stop right there!"

I paused, then slowly turned my head.

"What, Ms. Peterson? Are you planning to invite me for dinner?"

Chloe looked at me, a smirk playing on her lips, her eyes brimming with mockery.

"Hey, you! Did you forget something?"

I raised an eyebrow, my voice cold.

"What?"

Chloe pulled a divorce agreement from her bag in front of everyone, then handed it to me.

"You're not leaving until you sign this!"

Chloe, still unaware of what she was about to lose, wore a triumphant expression.

"Julian, as long as you agree to divorce me, you can name your price. Money or a house, I'll give you anything."

I sighed deeply, looking at the woman before me—familiar, yet suddenly a stranger.

"Chloe, are you really that eager to become someone else's sugar baby?"

Before she could respond, I suddenly chuckled.

"I can divorce you, but I have one small condition."

Chloe's eyes instantly lit up.

"What condition? Just name it!"

"As long as you agree to the divorce, I'll agree to anything!"

Hearing those words, the last shred of affection I had for her vanished completely.

"My condition is simple: I just need to make a quick FaceTime call to your father."

"As long as David agrees to our divorce, I won't say another word."

The moment I finished speaking, Mr. Sterling, who had been standing nearby, burst out laughing.

"You really think you're someone important, don't you? I brought you here as a courtesy, I'm not negotiating with you."

"I don't give a damn who you call; you're divorcing her today, understand?!"

I picked up on the thinly veiled threat in Mr. Sterling's voice, but I couldn't care less.

My only concern was David's stance.

A significant part of why I married Chloe was because David Peterson had been my family's chauffeur and a man I considered like an uncle. He watched me grow up, and I'd long considered him part of my family.

After we got married, I kept it a secret from Chloe, mostly out of consideration for her feelings.

But this woman, whose head was completely clouded by joy, naively believed I was calling her father to try and win her back. It was laughable.

"Honey, let's be magnanimous. No need to stoop to his level."

"If he wants to make a call, let him. My heart is already completely with you."

I was about to retort when Chloe quickly added:

"Julian, don't say I didn't warn you. No matter who you call today, the outcome will be the same."

"I'm divorcing you today, and that's final!"

Seeing her arrogant expression, I almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Chloe, I think you've misunderstood me. I've never had any intention of trying to win you back."

"I'm only making this call to tell your father that I've been nothing but fair to you and your family."

I had initially thought, out of respect for our families' long-standing ties, to let the Petersons off the hook. But some people simply didn't appreciate it.

Like this woman, Chloe, who was once the campus darling.

"Oh, please!"

"Julian, I'm telling you clearly, even if my father stood right here, I'd still divorce you!"

Chloe was about to say more, but I quickly raised a hand to cut her off.

"Enough!"

"That's all I needed to hear."

Then, in front of everyone, I dialed David's number.