Chapter 212
The driver came up to them, “Mr. Dashiell, I snagged a number earlier, we’re up soon.”
Cedric trailed behind, his mind boggled as he glanced at the driver, feeling a pang of sympathy for
the dude.
He hadn’t expected that he’d play the t
up the slack.
True bro right there.
today, but lo and behold, someone else was there to pick
Remington didn’t show much emotion, snatched the paper from the driver’s hand, and led Lizetta to the window.
But that very night, the driver got shipped off to the boonies, though that’s a story for another day.
At the moment, the lady who handles divorce looked at the striking couple before her, her face etched with regret.
“Have you two really thought this through? If not, please go see our mediator over there.”
She didn’t finish her sentence, as Lizetta and Remington almost cut her off in unison.
“We’ve made up our minds.”
“No need.”
The lady sighed, seeing their resolve, she figured there wasn’t much else to say.
No kids involved, and the divorce papers were already signed.
But when she glanced at the divorce agreement, she got ticked off.
What’s the deal with this divorce agreement? The guy isn’t giving his ex–wife any assets, and why is the woman coughing up 3 million?
Her gaze at Remington lost all admiration and became one of disdain, and then she turned to Lizetta.
“Miss, did you really sign this divorce agreement willingly?”
Lizetta nodded, “Yes, it was voluntary.”
The lady was skeptical, “Miss, don’t be scared. If someone’s pressuring or threatening you, you can tell us.
Remington’s face turned dark, and Lizetta quickly waved her hands, “No, no, that’s not it.”
Not it?
Then it hit her, this seemingly imposing man was actually a kept man, walking away with a hefty sum from the woman in the divorce.
What a bad guy.
The lady’s attitude did a 180, she processed their paperwork swiftly, and added,
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“There’s a 30–day cooling–off period, during which either party can have a change of heart and withdraw the divorce application. After 30 days, you can come and collect your divorce certificate.”
After clarifying the procedure and handing back the documents, Lizetta asked, “I’m leaving the country in a few days. Do I have to be here in person to collect the divorce certificate, or can a friend pick it up for me?”
As she finished her question, the chill around the man beside her intensified.
He looked down at her, his voice seething through clenched teeth, “Huh, Lizetta, is this how you half–ass our divorce?”
Lizetta felt a bit guilty: she had actually looked it up online and knew that one had to collect the divorce certificate in person.
But she’d be abroad when the time came, and coming back would be too much hassle.
More importantly, she was scared that by then her pregnancy might show, and Remington would find out.
So she’d asked, brazening it out.
But the clerk shook her head, “After that, it has to be collected in person; no one else can do it for you.”
Lizetta was a bit disappointed and nodded.
Then the lady suddenly gave Lizetta a piece of advice, “Next time you pick a husband, keep your eyes peeled. Can’t just go for looks.”
This man’s a freeloader, acting all high and mighty just now, what an attitude.
Remington chuckled and turned, striding out first, his back exuding an icy aura.
Lizetta managed an awkward smile and explained, “Thanks, ma’am, but it really is my own willingness to forgo everything. He’s not the kind of man you’re thinking of, the type to exploit a woman for money. Please don’t misunderstand him.”
Even though they were divorcing, she didn’t want Remington to be looked down upon with disdain.
She turned and hurried after him.
The lady watched their retreating figures, thinking to herself what an odd couple they were.
Was it the woman who had an affair?
Lizetta felt guilty for Remington’s disdain from the clerk and caught up to him.
“Remi, don’t be upset, I’ve already explained to that lady that I…”
But before she could finish, she saw Hanna and Evelina approaching.
