Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 200

Lucas locked his gaze on Sophia–she still looked just like she always had, yet something about her had changed.

Maybe it was the way she used to gaze at him: gentle, soft eyes filled with love.

Now, though, her look was pure disdain, as if she was silently telling him, “Back off.”

Compared to the gentle Sophia he once knew, this fiery defiance just fueled his desire to make her yield.

“Sophia, don’t even think you can slip away from me,” Lucas said, locking eyes with her. “I told you–I’m never letting go. It’s either you or me, all the way to the bitter end.”

“Sure,” Sophia shot back. “Let’s just see what happens when the Westwood family goes bankrupt. After that, whether we stay together or not–that won’t be your call anymore.”

Sophia couldn’t ignore the feverish, almost manic obsession lurking in Lucas’s eyes as he watched her.

Has Lucas lost his mind or something?‘ Sophia wondered.

Billy would never just stand by and watch the Westwood family go under. He snapped, “Lucas, shut your mouth.”

“Dad!” Lucas shouted, his voice full of protest.

Billy barked at the bodyguards on either side, “Lucas is tired. Take him upstairs.”

The bodyguards immediately stepped forward, half–supporting, half–forcing Lucas as they led him upstairs.

Lucas struggled, but he couldn’t break free.

He kept yelling he would never get a divorce, even as the bodyguards hauled him away.

Sophia calmly sipped her coffee, patiently waiting for Billy to make his decision.

She believed that when forced to choose between the Yadel Group and her, Billy would always choose the

company.

“You can divorce Lucas, but I have two conditions,” Billy declared.

Sophia leaned back into the sofa, arching an eyebrow. “Let’s hear it.”

Two conditions… Spoken like a true businessman–Billy never takes a loss, always ready to squeeze every last advantage, Sophia mused.

Emily stood off to the side, listening to their talk, so nervous that she barely dared to breathe.

Billy said, “First, you need to hand over the formula for skin regeneration.”

Sophia looked at Billy. “Mr. Westwood, isn’t this basically just daylight robbery?”

Billy snapped, “That formula belongs to the Westwood family–always has. You took it from us, so you short give it back.”

“Mr. Westwood, you must know exactly how to spell the word ‘shameles. If not, how else could you pull of being so shameless with such flair?” Sophia sneered.

Billy didn’t get angry. He just watched her, cool as ever. “Sophia, we’ve lived as family for three years now, Think of this as your parting gift to the Westwood family

“If you’re going to steal, just own up to it–enough with the noble act. No wonder Lucas is so messed up. With a father like you, what did anyone expect?” Sophia shot back.

All Billy really cared about was that formula for skin regeneration. With it, the Yadel Group could make a comeback.

“You want to divorce Lucas? That’s my first demand. If you don’t agree, there’s no reason for us to keep talking. Billy said.

Sophia leaned back on the sofa. “Please. You Westwoods have all the time and money in the world to burn And I’m just some nobody from a small town–there’s no way I’m gonna cave. Think again”

She gave an indifferent shrug, acting like none of this even mattered to her.

The more she cared, the more Billy squeezed his grip and did whatever he wanted

Billy eyed her coolly. “Aren’t you dying to break free from this marriage? You’re really gonna give up just because of the formula?”

Sophia scoffed, “Divorce can wait—I’ve got time. But can the Yadel Group hold out that long before it crashes

and burns?”

Sophia’s words chipped away at Billy’s pretended calmness.

Emily stood off to the side, getting more and more anxious. She thought, Is that formula really worth all this

drama?

Lucas has already been through hell because of Sophia–so why won’t Billy just let them get divorced?

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