Nothing Matters, except YOU & Me

Chapter 98

The three brothers in the Hart Family were about the same height, and they looked quite identical to

one another. Right then, Shawn’s solid eight-pack abs were fully exposed as all he had on was his

pants. If he tugged his pants a little lower, his Apollo’s belt would be clearly visible! His figure made him

appear lean whenever he wore clothes, but his muscles were revealed the moment he took his clothes

off.

He was God’s masterpiece. That perfect figure, his gorgeous features and his slight smirk—Estelle had

to admit that she felt her heart racing when she saw him first thing in the morning. Of course, she only

felt slightly mesmerized by him. The moment he said something along the lines of ‘I’m hungry; make

me some food,’ Estelle would lose all feelings for him immediately! She thought about going against his

orders, yet she found herself tearing up on the inside when she exchanged gazes with Shawn’s calm,

cold glare. After that, she made countless attempts to suppress him without the use of force, but all her

efforts had only been met with failure. She even tried to sneak out to go on a blind-date yesterday, but

she ended up being dragged back home by Shawn.

After that incident… Her entire body still felt painfully sore from it. Right then, Estelle threw him a

dissatisfied glare before she obediently got out of her bed. One day, I’ll make Shawn regret insisting on

being with me!

Myra swiftly drove her car into the basement parking lot of the Chase Group building. She had just

walked into the Design Department when the director held her resignation letter out to her and told her

to leave the letter in Director Chase’s office. Apparently, her resignation letter had to be personally

handled by Director Chase. She had no choice but to get back into the elevator before taking it to the

floor where Sean’s office was located.

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they had handed their resignation letter in. The longer the night is, the more nightmares you get; I really

don’t want to drag this on any longer. Perhaps I can take this chance to talk to Sean about the plans

surrounding our divorce as well.

The moment Myra stepped out of the elevator, Sean’s secretary ran toward her and stopped her.

“Director Chase isn’t in the office today, Miss Stark. You can talk to him once he’s back.” The secretary

strung all of her words together and avoided making eye-contact with her. Myra found herself chuckling

when she saw this. I’m sure that Sean and Lyla must be doing something in there. Myra then brushed

the secretary off. “Why are you stopping me if he isn’t around? I just want to take a look. I’ll leave if he

really isn’t there.”

“But Miss Stark…” The secretary looked extremely flustered. “Random strangers aren’t allowed to

travel in and out of Director Chase’s office. I think it would be better if you came back when Director

Chase is in.”

Myra was well-aware of the commonly used techniques and tricks that were handy in avoiding an

individual. Furthermore, from the angle where she stood, she could clearly look into Sean’s office.

Although his office windows were made of frosted glass, she could still tell that the lights were on in the

room although she couldn’t see the people in it. I wonder if he’s just trying to avoid me. But he can’t

possibly avoid me for the rest of his life, right?

The door to Sean’s office wasn’t locked from the inside, so Myra simply twisted the knob to push the

door open.

“Miss Stark!” The secretary’s voice had a stern, threatening edge to it. “Miss Stark, there are a lot of

private and confidential files in Director Chase’s office. As a worker of the company, I believe that you

know the rules—no strangers should enter his office without getting permission!” she hissed from the

back of Myra.

“You’re right.” Myra abruptly spun around and nodded toward the secretary. “Strangers aren’t allowed,

but as of now, I’m not a stranger yet.” She then pushed the door open and strode into his office. The

moment she looked through the gap of the door, she could tell that the lights in the lounge of the office

had been turned on. The door to the lounge wasn’t shut; that was what made the office seem like its

lights were on when she looked through the window earlier. Why would the lights be turned on if there

isn’t anyone else in here? Myra continued to walk into the office. At this point, the secretary probably

figured that she had no chance of stopping Myra; as such, she didn’t bother following Myra from

behind.

Myra headed toward the lounge and stuck her head through the door. “Sean,” she shouted a few times

with a blank expression. It was completely silent inside; there were no other voices apart from her own.

Myra proceeded to search through the rest of the rooms, but she couldn’t find Sean anywhere. She

knitted her brows then. Is it true that Sean isn’t here today? In that case, why did his secretary act as if

there had been someone inside? Why did the secretary look as if she had something to hide from me?

Myra wasn’t satisfied just yet. She stepped out of the lounge and continued to look around at Sean’s

office. It was a spacious, elegant room; Eve and Myra had been the ones who worked together to

design it for him. As she looked at all the familiar details of the office, Myra only thought about the irony

of the whole situation. I was the one who had personally designed this entire place, yet that secretary

earlier had referred to me as a ‘stranger’ to Sean.

All of a sudden, Myra’s gaze fell upon a document that was placed on Sean’s desk. The lounge was

rather close to his desk, and Myra could clearly read the words that were written on the document from

where she stood. ‘Divorce Agreement’ was printed on the top in large fonts. She felt her heart

clenching as she took a few steps closer to the desk. She took another look to confirm that it was

indeed divorce papers. If it had been left on Sean’s table, it would naturally mean that they were papers

regarding her divorce with him.

She picked the documents up and glanced through them. The front pages were mostly filled with

standard information; she only paid more attention when it came to the property distribution section.

She was only provided with the parts of Chase Group that she had invested in in the past. Although

that was all she got, she felt content with it. Her lips curled into a self-deprecating smirk when she saw

Sean’s majestic signature on the last page of the divorce agreement. She then took her copy of the

agreement and stuffed it into her bag—the papers were meant for her, after all.

Her handbag expanded into an odd shape after she folded and stuffed the documents in, perhaps

because her handbag had been too small. If anyone looked closely at the edges of her handbag zipper,

they would be able to see bits of A4 paper sticking out of it. Finally, Myra left her resignation letter on

the top of Sean’s desk before she walked out of the office.

The secretary had a rather annoyed expression on her face as she waited for Myra by the door. “You

didn’t take any of Director Chase’s documents, did you, Miss Stark?” the secretary uttered in a harsh

tone.

Myra had initially wanted to explain that she did take some documents with her. However, she realized

that what she had taken were divorce papers. Sean probably wouldn’t want to let his workers know

about his hidden marriage and my identity as his wife at this point in time. Furthermore, I don’t want to

make a big deal out of this either. “What sort of documents could I possibly take?” she said casually.

The secretary gave Myra a suspicious look and scanned Myra from head to toe before fixing her gaze

on Myra’s handbag. Myra maintained a calm expression as she ignored the secretary’s looks and

simply headed down to her own department level. When she returned to the Design Department, Tilly’s

response toward her was the most exaggerated. “Are you really going to quit your job, Miss Stark?!”

Tilly looked as if she hit the jackpot right then. Before Myra could respond to her, Tilly grabbed onto

Myra’s arm and continued to blabber excitedly. “Did you find yourself a new job, Miss Stark? Can you

bring me along? I’ve been thinking of quitting this job a long time ago!” Tilly had conflicting emotions

when it came to her job at the Design Department in Chase Group. She initially concluded that she

would just go on with the job, but now that she heard about Myra’s departure, she felt like she had a

reason to leave as well.

Myra simply shook her head. “I haven’t found a new job; I just want to leave for now. You can’t leave

just yet, Tilly. I was the one who was responsible for the Sunny Bay Project, and you’re the one who’s

the most familiar with it besides me. Aren’t you about to graduate soon? I’ll be leaving in a month. I’ll

recommend you to the director before I leave—you can take over the whole project then. Although the

Chase Group’s property is only at its infancy stage, you have a lot of potential; I believe you’d be able

to grow a lot more if you stay here.”