Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 68: I Won’t Let Go Until I’m Tired of Her
Wren Sutton was no saint. She named a high price, knowing Claire Sterling wasn’t short on cash.
"How much? A hundred million?!" Claire Sterling was shocked and furious, thinking she must have misheard. "Are you insane?"
Wren Sutton was perfectly lucid. "Business is about mutual agreement. If you think the price isn’t right, then forget it. I won’t force you."
It wasn’t that Claire Sterling couldn’t produce a hundred million; she just couldn’t stomach letting Wren Sutton get the upper hand.
It pained her to let the opportunity go. "As if you’re qualified to do business with me."
Wren Sutton wasn’t the least bit angry. She smiled serenely. "In that case, please see yourself out, Ms. Sterling."
Claire Sterling’s brows knitted together as she put on the airs of an elder. "This is my son’s house. It’s not your place to kick me out." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Wren Sutton stood up, too tired to play games with her any longer.
"Fine. If you don’t want to leave, then stay. But forgive me for not keeping you company."
With that, she picked up the jewelry box and turned to head upstairs, her expression cold.
Claire Sterling was fuming. She resisted the urge to smash her teacup, not wanting to look like a shrew.
"Wren Sutton, you’ll be thrown out of the Lancaster family sooner or later! When that happens, forget ten million—you won’t even get a thousand."
Wren Sutton didn’t look back, her figure disappearing around the bend in the staircase.
Back in the bedroom, she casually tossed the jewelry box aside, not even wanting to look at it.
’So much for the sweet gesture. It wasn’t sweet at all, just full of false sincerity.’
Downstairs, Claire Sterling caught sight of the ten-million check on the coffee table.
She had originally planned to take the check with her, but now she changed her mind. A dark, calculating look crept into her eyes.
...
Adrian Lancaster received a call from Claire Sterling, who asked where he was.
When she learned he was at the office, she immediately rushed over, heading straight for the president’s office.
"Mom, what’s so important that you couldn’t say it over the phone? Why did you have to come all this way?"
"You don’t air dirty laundry in public. This isn’t something to discuss over the phone," Claire Sterling said, sitting primly on the sofa with a serious expression.
Adrian Lancaster glanced at the time and picked up the phone.
"Postpone the meeting for ten minutes. No one is to come in."
"Yes, President Lancaster."
After hanging up the intercom, Adrian Lancaster got up, walked over to Claire Sterling, and sat down beside her.
"Mom, what is it?"
Claire Sterling got straight to the point. "Wren Sutton has agreed to a divorce. Have your lawyer draft the papers. Once you both sign, you can go get it finalized."
Adrian Lancaster’s expression didn’t change. He was certain that Ms. Sterling had cornered and pressured Wren, forcing her to agree to the divorce.
’Just like yesterday, it wasn’t what she really wanted.’
’She might be throwing a tantrum, but there’s no way she’d actually divorce me.’
"Mom, I’ll say it again: I’m not considering a divorce right now. Don’t bring this up again."
Claire Sterling looked at him with exasperation. "If you don’t get a divorce, what about Maya? She’s waited four years for you. Are you going to make her keep waiting?"
Adrian Lancaster fell silent, his mood turning irritable. With a cold expression, he stood up and started to walk out.
From behind him came Claire Sterling’s piercing question.
"Adrian, have you fallen in love with Wren Sutton?"
"No," Adrian Lancaster blurted out without hesitation.
"Then why are you being so stubborn? Why won’t you get a divorce?"
Adrian Lancaster couldn’t answer, subconsciously avoiding the question.
’If he had to give a reason, it would probably be this: while he didn’t love Wren Sutton, he was addicted to her body. They were incredibly compatible in that department, and he didn’t want to let her go before he got tired of it.’
Claire Sterling rose from the sofa and took a few steps forward, closing the distance between herself and Adrian.
"I originally thought Wren Sutton’s feelings for you were genuine, but in reality, all she sees and cares about is money.
I tested her with a check, and she immediately agreed to my terms, completely disregarding your feelings.
Why are you still hung up on a woman like that—so money-grubbing and short-sighted?"
Adrian Lancaster’s gaze turned icy, radiating a chilling aura. "A check?"
"That’s right. I wrote one for ten million, and she took it. If you don’t believe me, go home and see for yourself."
"That ruby necklace you had Kevin Dawson deliver? She accepted that without any qualms, too. But she doesn’t even like it. She said she’s going to sell it."
Hearing this last part, a furious flame ignited in Adrian Lancaster’s eyes, as if it would erupt the next second and consume the entire world.
’To think Wren Sutton was so greedy for money. She’d trampled on his feelings yet again.’
"This just goes to show that Wren Sutton doesn’t love you. She loves the Lancaster family’s money," Claire Sterling added, twisting the knife.
Adrian Lancaster’s face was ashen, his mood at rock bottom. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into tight fists.
Having said all she needed to, Claire Sterling left the company and headed for the Marshall Family’s home.
The thought that she was going to be a grandmother—that Maya Marshall was carrying a Lancaster heir in her belly—made Claire Sterling so happy she couldn’t stop grinning.
She sent this good news to Theodore Lancaster.
[Honey, you’re going to be a grandpa.]
...
In the conference room, Adrian Lancaster radiated an intimidating aura without being overtly angry. His face was tense the entire time, his expression severe, and his glare was sharp enough to kill.
The executives below were all on their best behavior, speaking cautiously and afraid to make a single mistake.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The meeting dragged on from day into night, lasting a full seven hours before it finally ended.
When Adrian Lancaster declared the meeting adjourned, the executives’ frayed nerves finally relaxed.
A few of the older executives, exhausted from sitting for so long, found their legs were too weak to stand and complained endlessly.
Adrian Lancaster returned to his office, ripped off his tie and tossed it aside, then leaned back in his executive chair to rest with his eyes closed.
An image of Wren Sutton massaging his temples flashed through his mind.
He deeply missed that feeling.
Back then, Wren Sutton had been obedient and sensible, thoughtful and considerate, catering to his every whim.
He didn’t know when it started, but she had become like a different person. Not only did she oppose him at every turn, but she also deliberately kept her distance.
’Could it be? Has she really decided to divorce me?’
Adrian Lancaster’s eyes snapped open. His dark pupils were inscrutable, glinting with a sharp, cold light. He immediately stood up and left the company.
A Rolls-Royce sped through the night.
Along the way, Maya Marshall called. Her words implicitly invited Adrian to spend the night with her, but he refused.
Maya choked back a sob, disappointed. "Adrian..."
Adrian Lancaster hung up the phone.
「Twenty minutes later.」
Adrian Lancaster arrived home. He didn’t see Wren Sutton when he walked in; Nanny Lawson was the only one in the living room.
Nanny Lawson came forward with a kind smile and took the jacket from the crook of Adrian’s arm.
"Young Master, you’re finally back. You haven’t eaten yet, have you?"
"No." Adrian Lancaster’s attitude toward Nanny Lawson was always good; he never treated her like a servant.
"Have you all eaten?"
"Yes, we have."
Adrian glanced upstairs. "Has she gone to bed?"
Nanny Lawson shook her head. "The Young Madam isn’t home."
Adrian Lancaster’s expression changed in an instant. He frowned in displeasure. "Where did she go this late?"
"The Young Madam went to a class reunion. Before she left, she said she’d be back late," Nanny Lawson reported truthfully.
Adrian had never restricted Wren’s social activities; she had always had that freedom.
But he was a little unhappy that she wasn’t back this late.
Adrian immediately took out his phone and dialed Wren Sutton’s number.
The call went through, but she didn’t pick up.
A frosty look settled over Adrian Lancaster’s features, but he patiently redialed.
This time, someone answered.
"Hello, who’s this?"
It wasn’t Wren Sutton. It was a man’s voice.
