Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Eight Years of Fun

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Desmond Bellailed for a moment before speaking again, “The Fairtex family wants to partner with on the echter Project, I’ve been in contact with Quentin Fairfax latsly. M. Fairfax hiomater.

That? You’re telling me that if you don’t entertam Ma Fairlix, Mr. Fairlaw won’t cooperate with you?

Teatrice, trying to explain Skop with the sarcasm

To seed to explain.“Beatrice nimed to face ham, her eyes sharp and cold, though she could see through his pool.

She went on, “Deemond, if you’re tired of me, just tell me, il divorce you so that you os marry your new love?

Desmond’s darkened instantly. That did you say?”

“I said…mcm divorce. I’m okay with it, Betrics sigh

She showed him aside and tried to leave, but he yanked her back mihlorca.

Demand gripped her chin and warned. Don’t you even think about it.”

This time, Beatrice stayed silent, not in the mood for further explanation.

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Not only had she thought about it, she had already taken action. She was so over Desmond.

Late at night, Desmond left the house after getting a call.

When he was on the phone earlier, Beatrice happened to hear their

conversation.

Apparently, it was his mistress that summoned him away, and she seemed to be crying.

The next morning, Beatrice’s lawyer and close friend, who was handling the divorce, sent her a screenshot.

It was Desmond’s girlfriend’s latest post on Instagram.

It had a photo of two hands clasped together, one big, and one small. The caption read: [Feeling each other’s heartbeat at sunrise.]

Beatrice immediately recognized the large hand. It was Desmond’s.

She sat there, frozen, her hand still clutching her cup of water.

After what seemed like forever, she came to her senses and placed the cup down.

As she put down the cup on the table with a clink, she felt as if something deep down cracked.

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For the next several days, Desmond didn’t come home.

They only saw each other in business meetings. He sat at the head of the table while she and the other executives sat to either side.

During those meetings, their eyes barely met.

And Beatrice didn’t go to his office to see him.

In her spare time, she was busy looking for a new house. She began to sell off all the gifts he had ever given her over the years.

Those anniversary gifts, birthday presents, Valentine’s tokens, wedding gifts, and even her wedding ring.

She didn’t want any of it. Now that she was to get rid of him, she certainly didn’t want his garbage.

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In the evening, Lillian Monroe invited Beatrice to a club.

It was nearly eleven o’clock, so Beatrice wasn’t in the mood for it.

But she would leave the Summit Group after the divorce. Plus, she needed to make some connections to start her own business.

Eventually, she decided to join Lillian.

The moment she entered the club, she spotted Lillian.

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“Lillian, I can manage it on my own. What brings you here?” Beatrice asked.

Lillian linked arms with her as they walked toward the elevator. “I was worried you’d get lost. It’s your first time being here, right?”

Beatrice nodded.

After they headed upstairs, Lillian led her into a large private room.

In the middle of the room was a screen that divided the space in half.

As they entered, Beatrice noticed there were a lot of people on the other side of the screen.

Lillian didn’t lead her that way, though. Instead, she gestured for Beatrice to sit on the side where there was already a woman sitting.

Beatrice recognized her, who looked to be one of Desmond’s friends‘ girlfriend.

The woman seemed to recognize Beatrice as well. When their eyes met, her expression turned a bit awkward, but she still forced a smile.

After Beatrice took off her coat and sat down, Lillian excused herself and left.

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As Beatrice took a sip of her drink, the sound of loud laughter from the other side caught her attention.

She hadn’t expected that they would shift the topic and start talking about her.

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