From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 Cleared Out

Brad gave Sayer a thumbs–up.

He’d already noticed Tyrone’s reaction carlier and knew something was off.

Still, he hadn’t expected Tyrone—who had been refusing to divorce for so long–to suddenly agree to it.

That part genuinely surprised him.

Sayer grinned. “Brad, why don’t we throw Aella a party tonight to celebrate?”

Brad frowned. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. Wait until they actually sign the

papers.”

Sayer tugged on Brad’s arm. “Come on, we’ve got nothing else to do. Let’s just follow them and see what happens.”

Brad sighed. “Fine, but we’re just watching. Don’t cause trouble.”

Tyrone kept his eyes on the road, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar sports car trailing them.

He didn’t speed up–if anything, he slowed down.

They hadn’t even reached the courthouse yet when Tyrone’s phone started ringing.

It was Noel calling. “Mr. Winter, a few board members, and Mr. Edwin are waiting in your office. They need you to come back right away.”

Tyrone turned his head slightly toward Aella.

Seeing her frown, he said, “Didn’t I tell you this morning I wouldn’t be at the company today and to have them reschedule?”

Noel hesitated, then said, “Mr. Winter, the director for that project you closed last time–the one worth over ten billion dollars–was invited over by Mr. Lawrenson. He’ll arrive at Winter Tower by nine. Mr. Edwin asked for you to receive him personally.”

Tyrone pulled the car over to the side of the road.

He removed his earpiece and said quietly to Aella, “Something urgent came up. I need to go back to the office. Let me take you home first.”

Before he could finish, Aella’s tone turned cold. “Tyrone, are you serious right now?”

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was always more work.

His job was never–ending. And whatever came up today couldn’t possibly be more important than what they were about to do.

Tyrone unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward her.

“Aella, I promised you I’d go through with the divorce,” he said firmly. “I’ll keep that promise. If you don’t trust me, you can come with me to the office.”

Aella hesitated, then asked, “How long will it take?”

“I’ll try to wrap everything up before noon,” he replied.

She opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Standing outside, she looked at him and said, “Tyrone, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt this time. Go handle your work. I’ll wait for you at the courthouse entrance. If you can’t make it by noon, then come in the afternoon. I’ll be there until you show up.”

He’d secured the massive deal, but the profit margin was five percent lower than the original proposal.

When one of them suggested replacing him as CEO, Tyrone slammed a stack of documents on the table–proof that the man had been embezzling company funds. He didn’t stop there. He exposed the web of shady side deals that tied the board member to a vice president and several senior executives.

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