She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

"You want to meet early?" Scar glances at her phone to make sure the caller is indeed Damian, "Sure thing, but how early can dinner be?"

She's a bit surprised that Damian would move their dinner plan forward, but considering how he has been making effort to build a connection, she persuaded herself. "Authur, could you--?"

"Yes, Miss Green," Authur answers swiftly, "After you deliver the card, I will drive you right over."

Scar: "..."

This time she's really not trying to dodge that bullet! Didn't he hear that it was Damian Vanderbilt who--... Whatever.noveldrama

Standing in front of Sebastian's new building, Scar is still grumbling Silco's name, along with his evil loyal driver, Author. Sebastian's new building is not the same as before - the modern design of Z-house as its own symbol. This time it's just a normal building, low-key to the extreme, considering its owner's usual luxurious style.

A sour wave washes Scar's heart.

Kind and gentle, Sebastian was never low-key. He was the shining prince of the city, the only heir of the Knight's empire, the golden boy of the fashion world. The man wouldn't leave the house without his hair sprayed to THE right angle, and his shoes black without a speck of dust dimming their shine.

But now? Now he is stuck in a small, ordinary building, wearing a wrinkled shirt with his tie loose to the side, dark circles under his eyes-

Pausing at Sebastian's office door, Scar can't bring herself to knock when she sees the man who has fallen from his throne.

"Scar?!" Sebastian shoots a sudden glance to his door as if felt something, only to yelp in a pleasant surprise, "What brought you here? Come in, please!"

For someone who just lost two billion crucial money to her capricious action, he is more than friendly.

That raises guilt in Scar.

"Well..." Scar grips the card in her hand, not sure how to talk to the man she spent most of her life with. It's strange how sometimes it's harder to talk to the most familiar stranger in your life.

"Have a seat," Sebastian pulls a chair over to his table, removing some of the messy files spreading around, "sorry about the mess, I have got a lot on my hands. What would you like, coffee or tea?"

Scar darts her eyes out of his glass office at that question. He has three secretaries, all of them familiar faces. Two of them are bustling around and the last one is typing on his computer like crazy with his phone between his shoulder and ear. Doesn't look like he has a spare hand to get her a drink.

Seems to understand her hesitation, he raises the coffee pot in his office, a shy bitter smile on the corner of his lips: "I have got coffee here, if you..." "Yeah, sure! Thanks," Not wishing to further embarrass the man, Scar quickly agrees to the coffee, looking around for a cup, "Coffee would be great!"

Scar reaches for a paper cup, only to look up to see Sebastian holdinga cup. Not any cup. It's the one Scar bought and insisted to leave at his office the first year after they married.

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He didn't like it. In fact, what he said was, that marking out territory is a dog's behavior.

And now the man is holding that cup with anticipation, visible excitement in those bloodshed eyes.

Sourness spreads a sting in her chest, but Scar doesn't have the heart to say a hard no.

"The paper cup is fine," Seeing her lowering her eyes, Sebastian smiles, explaining on her behalf, "I should wash it before using it anyways."

He takes the paper cup from her and fills it with hot coffee.

"Boss, I--" One of Sebastian's secretaries sticks her head in, only to pause when she sees Scar, "Ughh--"

"I'm with a guest," Sebastian says simply, "It can wait."

The secretary's look says it can't, but she dares not object.

"Is it about the crisis the company is in?" Scar calls her when she hesitates to leave, "Please, feel free to prioritize your work. I'm actually here for that."

The secretary shoots Sebastian a

glance, talking only after she gets a

slight nod as approval: "Boss, our stock has reached the breaking line. If we can't infuse capital now, we will either lose control of the company when we get bought out, orgo bankrupt directly."

Scar didn't know Silco took such a nasty shot. She thought it would cost Sebastian hugely, but she didn't know the snipe was lethal.

"Thanks, Sophia. I'll handle it." Sebastian nods at his secretary.

How? Without the help from Granny, Scar doesn't see any plausible way to save a company with its capital flow dry.

"I'm sorry about the ring," Scar pulls

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out the card, leaving it on the table with a gentle move as she dodges his eyes, In this card there is two billion. Take it and save your

company. For what it's worth tel.?

intended to snipe your company."

He didn't love her, and then he failed to protect her. But he never hurt her actively, and at the end of the day, his love was meant for her.

They just missed their chance, miserably.

Sebastian has surprise with pleasure in his eyes: "You still care about me, don't you?"