Sophia Shaw thought Levin Sawyer’s description was perfect: vile!

She rose, and Levin Sawyer naturally took Bun, cradling him in his arms.

Sophia Shaw looked down at Joanna Sherman. "Vincent Grant abandoned me on a mountain, leaving me to nearly die in a typhoon. Whether I choose to call the police or expose him, he, his company, and the Stellaron rocket division that made you famous will all suffer a huge blow."

"Levin Sawyer and my uncle only made him search for me for a day and a night. That was merciful enough."

"You’ve gotten what you wanted, Miss Sherman, and yet you’re still playing coy. Have you no shame?"

Holding Bun, Levin Sawyer couldn’t clap, but he still shouted, "Well said!"

Joanna Sherman: "..."

"Oh, by the way, I’ve already brought up divorce with Vincent Grant. I’ll have to trouble Miss Sherman to hurry him along so we can get the paperwork done as soon as possible!"

"I’m sure Miss Sherman won’t disappoint me. After all, you’ve been wanting to pick up my leftovers for a very long time."

With that, she walked over to Levin Sawyer. "Let’s go."

Levin Sawyer clicked his tongue. "So nasty."

"But damn, it was satisfying!"

The two of them walked off side-by-side, leaving only Joanna Sherman in her wheelchair, her face stiff and cold with anger.

Her fingers dug tightly into her palm!

...

Meanwhile, a pale-faced Vincent Grant was sitting in bed, busy with work.

The beating Elder Grant had given him had been severe, and he’d rushed off to find Sophia Shaw before he’d had a chance to properly recover.

He had searched for a day and a night, then stood under the sun for another whole day.

Only then did he collapse from exhaustion.

Cedric Grant sat beside him, his eyes brimming with tears. "Dad, you’re not really going to divorce Mom, are you?"

He liked Joanna Sherman, but he had never imagined his parents getting a divorce.

Vincent Grant rubbed his aching temples. His back throbbed where the ointment had been applied, and he was utterly exhausted.

Still, he comforted Cedric Grant, "We won’t."

Justin Hughes stood to the side, wanting to say a few harsh words.

But since he had just caused trouble himself, he didn’t dare say anything too inflammatory. He could only say, "Cedric, you can rest assured. There’s no way your mom will go through with a divorce."

"How could she bear to leave you, or your dad?"

Though his words were polite, he was inwardly filled with contempt.

’That Sophia Shaw is so shameless, using divorce to make a fuss over such a small thing. Who does she think she’s scaring!’

Cedric Grant thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

’Mom’s just angry that I lied to Great-Aunt, and that I ignored her.’

’At worst, I’ll just have to call her a few more times to calm her down.’

"President Grant."

Jack Holloway walked in.

He was holding company documents.

Seeing that Vincent Grant was about to handle business matters, Justin Hughes took Cedric Grant downstairs.

Vincent Grant took the documents but didn’t sign them right away. Instead, he asked, "Has Sophia Shaw sent anyone to see you, or asked you to give me anything?"

Jack Holloway thought for a moment and shook his head. "No."

"President Grant, is something wrong?"

"What else could it be?" Joanna Sherman came in, pushed in her wheelchair by a nurse. "Sophia Shaw is probably angry about the typhoon and is trying to make trouble for Vincent. She just saw me and was talking about divorce then, too."

"She even said something about giving Vincent to me."

Joanna Sherman said these things as if they were a joke, but her eyes never for a second missed Vincent Grant’s expression.

Jack Holloway said, "Oh."

It wasn’t his place to meddle in Vincent Grant’s private affairs, but inwardly, he admired Joanna Sherman more.

He asked, seemingly casually, "President Grant, if your wife really does send over divorce papers, should I bring them to you?"

"Don’t bother!"

"Understood."

A flash of surprise appeared in Jack Holloway’s eyes.

’Not looking at them means he doesn’t want a divorce.’

’That was unexpected.’

Disappointment flashed in Joanna Sherman’s eyes before she wheeled herself over. "You haven’t even recovered yet. Why are you dealing with business matters again?"

"Get some rest."

Vincent Grant shook his head.

"I had Jenson trace the usage of Clover’s email. It was opened twice, right here in the city. I suspect he never left."

Clover was the English name of the consultant who had never shown their face.

"I hope to persuade him to join Stellaron."

Hearing that Clover was still in Cathan, Joanna Sherman was also very happy.

"That’s wonderful news."

"Vincent, no matter the cost, we have to convince him this time!"

Vincent Grant nodded. "Don’t worry."

Yvonne Sherman stood at the door, watching the scene inside, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.

When Joanna Sherman came out and the two were alone, she said teasingly, "Vincent is so devoted to you. Even while sick, he doesn’t forget to help you contact the consultant."

"If that consultant comes back, you won’t have to go through all the trouble of begging that Old Master Sloan to take you as a student."

Yvonne Sherman had a very bad impression of that Old Master Sloan.

It was just about taking on a student, yet he was so difficult and obstructive.

"But, Vincent won’t promise that consultant a position so high that it replaces yours, will he?"

Joanna Sherman was leaning against the bed, flipping through some documents. Without looking up, she said flatly, "Vincent wouldn’t do that."

"That’s good. The rocket launch must be your achievement alone. Only then will the Grants see you in a new light."

"Only then, when you marry into the Grant family, will they put you on a pedestal."

"And it won’t be for nothing that you went through the trouble of letting Vincent go back then."

The thing Yvonne Sherman was most satisfied with about Joanna Sherman was her ability to be patient and forbearing.

She knew that marrying into the Grant family at her level back then would not have earned her any respect, so she chose to pursue advanced studies to increase her value, even if it meant temporarily losing Vincent.

"But Joanna, is Vincent still not planning to divorce her and marry you?"

Under her deliberate promotion, Joanna Sherman had now become recognized as the number one person in Cathan’s rocket launch field, and marrying into the Grant family would be absolutely no problem.

Hearing Yvonne Sherman’s question, Joanna Sherman threw her pen down with a CLACK.

"Can you just stop asking?"

Yvonne Sherman could tell at a glance that something was wrong. "Is it that Shi woman, clinging to Vincent and refusing to divorce?"

"I heard she went to Grant Manor, and Vincent got a beating right after. That woman is truly insidious!"

Yvonne Sherman gritted her teeth. "She ruined things six years ago. We can’t let her do it again six years later!"

"It’s not her!" Joanna Sherman said, exasperated.

"It’s Vincent."

Joanna Sherman repeated the question Jack Holloway had asked Vincent earlier.

"That Vincent... what does he mean by that?"

Of course, Yvonne Sherman didn’t believe that Sophia Shaw truly wanted a divorce.

But whether she wanted to or not was no longer important. The key was Vincent.

Joanna Sherman turned her face away.

She was not as aloof and uncontesting as she appeared on the surface. She had come back this time precisely to rekindle her relationship with Vincent.

After the successful rocket launch, she had been waiting for Vincent to take the initiative to get a divorce and marry her.

"Joanna, no matter what Vincent means, this can’t drag on any longer!" Yvonne Sherman grabbed Joanna, a sinister glint in her eyes.

"You have to actively create opportunities!"

"Are you asking me to be a homewrecker?" Joanna Sherman’s reaction was strong, her face a mask of disbelief. "Mom, are you insane?"

She was the great Joanna Sherman. It had always been others who abandoned everything to submit to her.

"No matter what, I will not take the initiative to sleep with Vincent!"

Yvonne Sherman tapped her. "Where is your mind going?"

"Besides initiating sex, there are a thousand other ways."

...

"Faye."

Sophia Shaw had just arrived at the office when Levin Sawyer called out to her.

"Are you holding up okay? If you’re not feeling well, it’s fine to take a day off."

Sophia Shaw just smiled.

Levin Sawyer shrugged in resignation. "Pretend I didn’t say anything."

His junior was a workaholic; she’d feel out of sorts if she didn’t work for a single day.

"Oh, right, come take a look at this."

Levin Sawyer pulled her over to the computer.

Sophia Shaw looked down and saw an English email. The sender was: YUN GU