Steven instinctively glanced at Jonathan, who was sitting right beside him, and lied through his teeth. “No, I’m not with Mr. Vasquez. He went on the business trip alone.”
Stephanie was truly at a loss for words.
He was the one who wanted the divorce, and now he was the one who didn't.
But there was nothing else she could do, and she couldn't be bothered to waste energy trying to figure out if he was lying.
“Then contact me as soon as he gets back.” With that, Stephanie hung up.
Steven looked at his phone, then at Jonathan, who was sitting at his desk, pen in hand, perfectly still.
Jonathan’s eyes were dark and unreadable.
Steven felt his scalp tingle under that gaze and didn't dare to speak for a long moment.
Jonathan’s eyes fell on his phone.
Steven immediately understood and handed it over. “You can have the phone, sir. Just give it back whenever you’re done with it.”
Jonathan opened the chat with Stephanie. The last message was from two days ago, her “See you Monday.”
Jonathan pinned her chat to the top and typed: [So, you can stay at The Obsidian Circle without any worries for the next month.]
Stephanie gave the message a cursory glance and closed the chat.
She thought this Steven was being a bit nosy. Where she lived was none of an assistant’s business.
But she didn't dwell on it.
Jonathan waited for a long time, but when no reply came, he tossed Steven’s phone aside.
It was Monday, and Stephanie had taken a half-day off specifically to go to the courthouse.



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