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“Last chance—move!”I growled.“Or I won’t be polite!”
“No way!Not unless you split the house money!”his mother yelled.
“Half!”Lily chimed in.
Their shamelessness was beyond belief.
“Fine,”I sneered.“You want it the hard way?Don’t blame me.”
I dialed my lawyer.“Mr.Spencer,trouble here.Need your help…”
I explained the whole situation to him right there in front of them.
“Got it,”Mr.Spencer said calmly.“Send the address.I’m bringing my team.”
Hanging up,I glared.“I’ve called Mr.Spencer.Wait for the lawyer’s letter!”
My ex-mother-in-law and Lily turned pale, clearly not expecting a lawyer to get involved.
“Mr.Spencer?You?You can’t afford him,”my ex-husband blustered.“Even as president,money doesn’t buy him.”
“Yeah,stop bluffing!”Lily mocked.“If you could hire a lawyer,you’d have done it!”
I ignored them and waited patiently.
Half an hour later,a sleek black Mercedes pulled up.
Mr.Spencer,in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses,stepped out,followed by two assistants with briefcases,looking sharp.
My ex-husband’s face dropped.
“Mr…Mr.Spencer?”he stammered,knowing the name.
His expression grew even more grim.
He knew Mr.Spencer was a top lawyer,exorbitantly priced,out of most people’s reach.
He had never imagined that I would know someone of such stature!
“You…how…?”he pointed,voice shaking.
I smirked.“A mere hotel president like you can’t afford his services.”
“But,”I pivoted,“he’s my parents’company’s legal counsel.”
“Mr.Spencer and I go way back!”
“And this house,”I gestured,“my parents bought it,fearing I’d suffer post-marriage.”
“They opposed our marriage,”I said,staring at him,“because they saw through you.”
“They skipped our wedding out of disdain for you!They were right—you’re trash.”
“You…”He was speechless.
He’d assumed my parents were poor and too ashamed to come, fearing his mother’s venomous remarks.
She was notoriously snobbish and foul-mouthed.
He never guessed the truth!
“Also,”I added,“apart from being the president of the hotel, I receive dividends from a bespoke suit shop.”
“Suit shop?”He looked puzzled.
“Yeah, it’s co-owned with my cousin. We make custom suits for the rich, with a minimum price of $9,000 per suit,” I said casually.
“What?!”He and his mother were stunned.
They never suspected I’d hidden so much!
“You…you…”He pointed,speechless.
“What?”I raised an eyebrow.“That I have my own career,my own income,and don’t need you?”
“Why didn’t you say?”His face burned.
“For your pride,”I said coldly.“I planned to tell you when we went public.Lucky you treated me this way.”
I walked off,not looking back.
His defeated, regretful slump meant nothing to me.
I felt lighter,freer than ever.
From now on,a new life awaited.
“Mr.Spencer,”I said,turning,“I’m counting on you.”
“No worries,”he said confidently as he adjusted his glasses.“I’ve got evidence to maximize your interests.”
“Including his cozy business meetings with various women!”
“I’ve had photos taken of that.”
I gaped in amazement that he’d dug up that information.
“You’re a legal legend!”
He smiled.“Just doing my job.”
I thanked him again and returned to my apartment.
