Meanwhile, Brad was on his way to a business meeting. He was seated comfortably in the back seat of his car, heading to the meeting location. His phone kept buzzing, so he picked it up to take a look. He noticed countless people tagging him.
It was a big day for Hamilton Group. The company was making its grand entrance into the fashion industry and was about to sign a contract with the most renowned fashion company, Caldwell Group.
Brad was representing Hamilton Group, while Caldwell Group's representative was Sebastian. The two youngest and most promising figures from opposite ends of the country were about to complete the signing ceremony at Palace Restaurant.
Various media outlets were scrambling to cover this event. Ever since Brad's car had left the Hamilton Group's entrance, the reporters had been sticking to him like glue. Their vehicles were inching dangerously close to Brad's car, causing Cameron to panic.
"We need to call the cops, Mr. Hamilton! These people are too much. They almost hit us!"
Brad, who was scrolling through the news, looked up nonchalantly and said, "Let them be." He had seen Nadine's response, which included pictures of the signed divorce agreement and a ten-million-dollar check.
He thought she was bold to challenge him like this. Did she really think he cared about that ten million dollars? That said, he found himself increasingly intrigued by Nadine. Where had she gotten that ten million dollars?
As far as he knew, Nadine had been a housewife for six years and had never worked a single day. During that time, she had never touched the credit card he left on the corner table by the entrance, so where did she find this kind of money?
Even though it puzzled him, he forced himself to read through Nadine's response. Unfortunately, it was disappointingly concise.
Brad bit the inside of his cheek and thought long and hard but still couldn't figure out how to respond to Nadine. While he was racking his brain, he noticed that Cameron, who was in the passenger seat, was scrolling through his social media. The profile picture belonged to the woman he had just added yesterday—Nadine!
Curious, Brad leaned forward, craning his neck to get a better view of Cameron's phone. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Nadine's social media account.
Nadine had shared a grid of nine images featuring the flowers she had been nurturing, clustered together in vibrant shades of pink. These delicate blooms formed beautiful bunches. Set by the window, the sunlight streamed in, casting a soft, dreamlike glow on the flowers that made them look ethereal.
Besides the flowers, there was a series of Sean's drawings. The drawings were simple—sunshine, trees, a small bird, and a mother with her child under a tree. There were just the two of them; it wasn't a complete family.
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