Chapter 1 Sign It to Free You and Me

"Mom, it’s so late already. Why hasn’t Bonnie come downstairs yet!?" Alanna Barron complained.

Mrs. Barron frowned, "She’s been getting away with too much lately. She doesn’t know her place."

Just then, the sound of a loud banging on the door upstairs interrupted their conversation. Bonnie Collins came down slowly, gave them a cold glance, and continued walking.

Alanna Barron was furious when she saw Bonnie’s indifferent look, "Who are you putting on airs in front of? You slept all day upstairs, and now you think you have the right to show that attitude?"

Right? It was always her who tirelessly cleaned the entire villa, and then took care of the whole family's food and other needs. If they were talking about having the right, she had more rights than this lazy little sister-in-law.

She walked slowly into the living room with a sly smile on her face, "Who dares? How can I have the upper hand in this house? Even if I am right, I'll be forced to be wrong."

Mrs. Barron's face sank suddenly, unable to believe these words came from her obedient daughter-in-law's mouth, "What do you mean? Have we mistreated you before?"

In the past, she had shown more respect to Mrs. Barron than her own parents. But times had changed, and she worked as a nanny for five years without any recognition. Now she's had enough and she wouldn't take it anymore.

"How could that be? Since I got married, you have always been very good to me, and I will always remember that." In the end, she deliberately emphasized her tone, as if reminding them how they treated her all these years.

"Bonnie, how dare you talk to Mom like that!" Alanna was furious and gritted her teeth, "Watch how I teach you a lesson for my brother today!"

As she spoke, she was about to slap the woman, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist and lost all strength.

"Ah-!"

Next, Alanna felt a burning pain on her face, unbelievably touching her cheek, "You... how dare you... how dare you hit me!?"

"You deserve it."

Bonnie ruthlessly flung Alanna's elbow away with one hand and sneered, "What, does my sister-in-law finally know how it feels to be beaten?"

"You... you..." Alanna was so angry that she was seeing red and was about to hit her again but was stopped once more.

"Alanna, that's enough!" Mrs. Barron frowned and scolded her.

"Mom... Look at her! This slut actually dared to hit me!"

Mrs. Barron stared at the woman in front of her and spoke with emphasis, "Call your brother and let him come and discipline his virtuous and decent wife!"

‘Trying to threaten her with Ambrose Barron?’

‘Dream on!’

Bonnie smiled briefly, put on her coat, and said indifferently, "Don't waste your money on phone calls. I'll personally go find Mr. Barron for a divorce."

Divorce!?

Before the two could react, they saw the woman walking towards the door without hesitation.

Before leaving, she looked back at her sister-in-law with a reminder in a mocking tone, "Being ugly is one thing, but if you act like this, you really won't be able to find a husband."

With that, she left without looking back.

Alanna stood there dumbfounded, finally coming to her senses, her anger burning. The entire villa echoed with her crazy screams.

"Bonnie, you're insane!"

Insane?

She had been insane for a long time, ever since the moment she married Ambrose.

Bonnie got into a taxi and glanced at the divorce agreement in her bag before swiftly signing her name on it. Now, she finally felt clear-headed.

"Excuse me, please take me to the Barron Group."

Twenty minutes later, a lady got out of the car and confidently strode into the building with her hands in her pockets.

She had a striking appearance, with her lips slightly moving as she approached the reception desk. The receptionist momentarily failed to recognize her and assumed she was a CEO coming to discuss business. With a smile, the receptionist asked, "Hello, miss. Do you have an appointment?"

The lady took off her sunglasses and replied, "I'm here to see Mr. Barron."

The receptionist hesitated, but as soon as she recognized Bonnie, her expression changed and she refused to make eye contact, "Ms. Collins, you cannot go upstairs without an appointment."

Ms. Collins?

After being a housekeeper for Ambrose for five years and working tirelessly for him, she couldn't even be recognized as Mrs. Barron by the receptionist.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Whatever. I'm just here to inform you, not asking for your opinion."

Without hesitation, she walked straight to the elevator.

"Ms. Collins! You can't go in!"

"Quick, stop her!"

Ignoring them, she pressed the elevator button and left them with a provoking smile.

"Ding!" The elevator arrived on the top floor.

With the divorce agreement in hand, she confidently kicked open the door to the CEO's office in front of everyone's eyes.

"To save time, I won't waste words. Mr. Barron, please sign this."

Her voice was firm and to the point.

The man behind the desk continued signing the contract without looking up. In the next second, a stack of papers slapped onto his, revealing the words "divorce agreement" in bold.

"Sign it now to free you and me."

Her voice echoed in the room.

Finally, Ambrose coldly lifted his gaze to meet hers, "What trick are you trying to play now?"