I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 115

"Well, hello, Aaron! What brings you here?" the manager immediately greeted him, bowing and scraping.

Aaron merely glanced at him before turning to Natalie and Eugene.

He bowed respectfully. "Ms. Watson, Mr. Ramirez."

The manager's jaw dropped at Aaron's address.

"Ms. Watson? Mr. Ramirez?"

He didn't recognize the Vice President of Billy Firth Asia Pacific Headquarters, but he knew she had made a name for herself at Cabinda's inaugural auction. And the lawyer before him was actually Eugene Ramirez!

He could have kicked himself for his blindness.

His attitude shifted instantly. He rushed forward. "Ms. Watson, Mr. Ramirez, it was my mistake. Please, forgive my ignorance."

Aaron shot him a glare. "You don't get to speak. You can leave now. You're fired."

He then had security drag the man out.

With just the three of them left, Aaron said, "Mrs. Ramirez, Mr. Ramirez said that if you want this matter resolved, you should go to the villa to see him. He's waiting for you there."

Natalie frowned but agreed, as resolving the issue was her priority.

Eugene prepared to accompany her, but Aaron stopped him. "Mr. Ramirez, he only wants to see Mrs. Ramirez. Alone."

Natalie turned to Eugene. "Professor Ramirez, since he's already aware of the situation, I can handle it from here."

When it came to business, she knew Alexander was not one to bend the rules for personal reasons.

Natalie drove to The Apex Residences, pulling directly into the courtyard.

She entered the house to find the living room quiet. Neither Charlotte Roberts nor Susan was around. She glanced upstairs and headed up.

The study door was open. Alexander was at his desk, looking through some documents.

Seeing him, the scene from the previous night flashed through her mind. She took a quiet, deep breath to compose herself, then knocked twice on the doorframe before stepping inside.

Alexander nodded and walked back to his desk. He pulled something out from under a stack of files.

Natalie didn't want to stay a moment longer. She was about to ask if he was finished when she heard his footsteps returning.

He held out a divorce agreement to her. "I've already signed it. We don't have to wait a week. We can go to the Marriage Registration Office anytime."

Natalie stared at the papers held between his long, elegant fingers, momentarily stunned.

Just that morning, she had been marking the days on her calendar. She never expected Alexander to present her with the signed agreement now.

She took it from him and opened it to the signature page. Her own name was on one side, signed long ago. On the other was Alexander's.

He had practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and his handwriting was beautiful.

Natalie closed the folder. "Tomorrow morning. Nine o'clock, at the Marriage Registration Office."

As she turned to leave, Alexander spoke again. "There's a supplementary agreement. I know you won't accept the house at Sagebrush Community or this one. So, the villa in the southern district and the two seaside apartments in the west are yours, along with five percent of my shares in the Ramirez Group."