I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 75

Instead, Alexander pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Aaron was surprised. Was his boss finally recognizing his own shortcomings? Maybe there was hope for him after all.

“Bruce Ward,” Alexander’s voice was clipped. “Get your woman in line. If you can’t, I’ll have your grandfather do it for you.”

The man on the other end, Bruce Ward, was completely baffled. “What’s going on? Why are you so angry? Did…”

*Beep, beep, beep…*

Before he could finish, Alexander had already hung up.

Bruce stared at his phone in confusion for a moment, then turned to his bodyguard. “Find out what Elena Carter was up to today.”

Aaron sighed silently. The boss was still the same old boss. He’d never learned how to admit when he was wrong.

As soon as Natalie got home, she called her lawyer, Mr. Lane, but he was out of town.

“That’s alright,” she said. “Could you just email me the divorce agreement? I can print it out myself.”

“Mrs. Ramirez, it’s not that I won’t send it to you, it’s just… well…” Mr. Lane hesitated on the phone, finally admitting, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Ramirez. I can’t help you.”

“Did Alexander Ramirez get to you?” Natalie asked, sensing his discomfort. When she had visited his office before, Mr. Lane had seemed perfectly willing to help. Today, he was suddenly unable to.

“Please don’t ask. I’ll refund you the consultation fee and any other expenses.”

After the call ended, Natalie frowned. No wonder Alexander had agreed to sign so easily.

She immediately started searching for other law firms online, but then she stopped. If Alexander could threaten one law firm, he could threaten all of them into refusing her business.

Natalie tapped her phone against her chin, pacing in front of her computer.

After a moment, she pulled up Eugene Ramirez’s number. The only firm in the city that didn’t fear Alexander was Veritas Legal.

She made the call.

Eugene was in the middle of giving instructions to his assistant when he saw Natalie’s name on his screen. He answered at once.

“I was just about to call you,” he said. “It’s about the promotional materials for the jewelry auction at the end of the month.”

“Eugene, let’s discuss that at our meeting on Monday. I’m calling about something else. I was hoping you could draft a divorce agreement for me. I know it’s an imposition, but would you be willing to help?”

Eugene paused, clearly surprised. “Didn’t you leave a signed copy with him years ago?”

“I’ll go get him for you.”

“No need, I’ll go up myself.”

With that, Natalie headed up to the second floor. It felt like a lifetime ago. This was the place she had lived for over two years, and even after all this time, nothing had changed.

She walked to the study door and knocked.

The door opened almost immediately. Alexander stood there in light-colored loungewear, his hair falling softly across his forehead. He seemed slightly surprised to see her.

“You’re punctual,” he commented before turning and walking back to his desk.

Natalie stepped inside, took the divorce agreement from her bag, and placed it in front of him. “I said nine o’clock. I wouldn’t keep you waiting.”

Alexander glanced down at the document.

“I’ve already signed. Now it’s time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain,” Natalie said, watching him warily, afraid he would change his mind.

Alexander let out a sudden, dry laugh. “No lawyer in Cabinda would dare to draft a divorce agreement for you. Unless…” He looked up, his eyes devoid of any warmth, as cold as ice. “It was Eugene Ramirez.”