Ford Heard His Heart Being Broken...

Jeffrey was also surprised. Previously, Julia had asked for a divorce for several times when she was at odds with Ford, which annoyed his boss very much.

The last time she hit her head, Ford requested a divorce. But it was his first time and he just wanted to teach her a lesson.

In the beginning, the president was in charge of the foreign market. At that time, he had just taken over the domestic business and had to endure all kinds of ruckus from his wife. So, he also wholeheartedly expected for their divorce.

After some contact, however, he felt reluctant to part with Madam. Because he knew that she had a sharp tongue but a warm and sincere heart.

She was much better than those hypocritical women.

Moreover, she was also kind. With such a small appearance fee, she would donate money to the welfare institution every year.

Jeffrey felt that such a kind and beautiful lady was really a good match for the president.

He had thought that their relationship was closer than before, but he didn't expect that they would still get divorced.

Ford was unwilling and felt that she should at least be a little sad.

He then asked, "What about her tone?"

Tone? How could this be described?

Jeffrey thought for a moment, then pinched his nose and shrieked mimicking Julia's so-called tone, "I'm in a meeting. Please tell him that we are supposed to get the divorce certificate at 10:18 at the latest. Don't miss the time."

Ford frowned deeply and revealed a rare expression of disgust.

An extremely masculine face spoke in an effeminate voice, which was indeed quite disgusting.

Jeffrey was aggrieved. Why are you showing a look of disgust? Wasn't that what you asked for?

Such a capricious man! No wonder Madam called him a scumbag behind in the past.

Ford's expression gradually turned ice cold as he said in a deep voice, "What about her pitch?"

Pitch? Jeffrey wanted to cry. This was too difficult for him. Did boss want to force him, a strong and tall man to imitate a woman's voice again?

Could it be that the president is addicted to his potential voice?

He had no choice but to pinch his nose and prepare to imitate again.

"What are you doing? "Ford frowned and stopped him," I asked you if she was a little... sad?"

Jeffrey thought that his Madam's tone was not sad but very anxious, afraid of missing the time of divorce.

But he didn't dare to say it out loud. It was already 20 degrees colder indoors than outdoors. If he said that...

To become an ice sculpture was his fate next.

Jeffrey shook his head and said, "Well, Madam spoke in a weak and a little unclear way. So, probably she may be a little sad or what."

He used several uncertain words to remind the president. He felt his language was awesome.

It was too difficult for him to make up another one.

Fortunately, Ford was very satisfied with his answer. He did not ask Jeffrey further. But Jeffrey was so scared. He could not make up any more words, because Julia only had spoke three sentences.

He looked at the time and reminded, "President, it's already 9:40." Fortunately, the regular meeting just now wasn't long, otherwise, he would have missed the time.

Ford said in a relaxed tone, "Prepare the car."

This time, he was determined to teach her a lesson. Even if she cried bitterly, he would let her know what it meant to lose.

Hearing this, Jeffrey was shocked again. He thought that the president would not go.

However, the newly drafted divorce agreement has already been typed. It must be admitted that the president treated his wife well and the compensation he was to give was generous. However, there were quite many requirements.

...

After Julia hung up the phone, she stopped her fake relaxation. After venting her bad feelings last night, she was much calmer now.

Even she herself began to sigh with admiration at her ability to heal herself.

Sure enough, poor people are born with toughness, resiliency, and tenacity.

After all, compared to life and death, this kind of one—sided love was a small matter.

She comforted herself. It was a good thing to end their relationship. She didn't have to die anymore.

After clearing herself up, she was no longer frustrated. Instead, she was much relieved.

She got up and went to the kitchen to peel fruit for breakfast. Lily yawned and got up. After washing up, she saw Julia chopping apples. She picked up a piece and leaned against the kitchen door frame to eat while asking, "Why didn't you sleep in bed?"

"I'd rather sleep on the sofa than being kicked out of the bed by you."

Lily smiled embarrassedly and said, "You should tidy up the guest room, so that I can occasionally come to sleep in it in the future."

Julia indifferently agreed.

Sitting at the table with the breakfast ready, Lily looked at her with concern and said, "What's the matter with you?"

Her face was pale and her eyes were red, swollen like two walnuts.

Julia said casually, "Well, I'm a little out of shape."

Lily comforted her, "Be happy. Don't be so upset."

Julia sighed with emotion that her careless girlfriend was concerned about her. However, if she told her the truth now, she would not be able to leave the house. She'd better tell her after she returned.

Before she could finish sighing, Lily added, "You look like a widow now."

Julia was speechless. Damn it. It sounded a little attractive. After all, to be a wealthy widow was an enviable thing.

With the strength of the Ainsworth, she could probably rank the top of the Forbes Widow List.

Sure enough, love is as unreliable as a floating cloud. Money, by contrast, is more real to depend on.

After breakfast, Julia spent time picking and choosing what to wear. She felt that she should dress beautifully today, so that no one would see her sorrow.

She took out a dark red dress from the cabinet and then a long beige trench coat. The belt was tied at her waist loosely, and the hem of the dress was slightly exposed. The beige coat weakened its eye—catching red color. In this way, she looked refreshing and elegant.

When Julia arrived at the court, it was just past 9:30. She wore a hat, mask and sunglasses and stood under a tree at the door. Autumn leaves danced and her skirt fluttered in the breeze.

Ford arrived at ten o'clock. He stared at the woman under the banyan tree for a minute, then got out of the car and walked towards her.

Their eyes met, and none of them spoke first.

Ford wore a light gray shirt, and the metal buttons on his tie clip revealed a faint golden light under the sunlight, giving an expression of his nobility.

"Oh, you're here." Julia exhaled and broke the awkward silence. "I'm so afraid that we'll miss the time. Although you're not punctual person, you shouldn't be late at such an occasion, right?"

As she spoke, Julia stared at Ford with her eyes clear, her chin slightly raised, revealing a slender and fair neck with a gentle smile on her face.

She did behave generously and appropriately.

Hearing what she said, Ford had to swallow his words that had just been on the tip of his tongue.

He didn't expect that she wasn't the slightest bit sad, disappointed, or frustrated. Instead, she still had a happy smile on her face.

It was so awkward that the air around them seemed to be frozen.

Jeffrey coughed and took out a new divorce agreement and handed it over, "Madam, here you are. If there's no problem, please sign it."

Again!

She had signed three divorce papers before they could divorce.

Rich people were so troublesome.

She assumed that he didn't want to pay her the alimony. So, she took it without even looking at it and flipped it to the end. She stood by the side of the road and wrote her name on it.

Jeffrey added, "Madam, don't you want to see the terms?"

Julia replied nonchalantly, "No need, don't miss the time."

Jeffrey felt puzzled and didn't understand.

Madam actually wanted a divorce so badly!

Julia walked in on her own, and only after walking a few steps did she realize that the people behind did not catch up, so she turned around and urged, "Hurry up."

Her indifferent look, hurt him badly.

The surrounding sounds gradually became unclear, leaving behind only that sentence—'hurry up.'

Ford heard his heart being broken.