Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 3 The Same Necklace

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Eleanor paused. "That's great. That’s more like it, girl! I would disrespect you if you still hung on the

thought that he would fall for you one day!"

As she spoke, Eleanor walked over to help Anastasia unpack her belongings quickly.

There was a moment of silence.

Eleanor turned her head and embraced Anastasia to offer comfort.

"It's good that you've come back. You're not allowed to fall for that jerk again in the future. I’m warning

you!"

Tears welled up in Anastasia's eyes.

Blinded by love, she had wasted too much time on Christian.

Then she answered with resolution, "I won't. I promise."

Then Anastasia took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions. When telling Eleanor she wouldn’t fall

for Christian, she was actually warning herself not to be so stupid again.

It was gloomy and stifling the following day.

Anastasia abandoned her regal style of dressing and her dignified image as Mrs. Patterson. She chose

a green off-the-shoulder gown that she hadn't worn in three years, which accentuated her delicate and

radiant skin.

Then Eleanor drove Anastasia straight to the court and waited in the car.

They waited for a long time, but Christian didn't show up.

Anastasia called him three times in a row, and he rejected her calls.

Looking at the rejected calls, she quickly found the phone number of a reporter who had a good

relationship with the Patterson Group. With a calm smile, she got straight to the point as the call was

answered.

"I have evidence of Christian's infidelity. How about I give it to you for free?"

Taken aback, the reporter quickly exchanged a few words before hanging up.

Eleanor gave Anastasia a thumbs up, and Anastasia adjusted her hair.

She casually said to Eleanor, "Wait a little longer. He'll be here soon. By the way, anything interesting

happened lately?"

Eleanor pondered for a moment and smiled, "Last month, the Graves Group unveiled groundbreaking

bionic technology that shook the world. It has successfully dominated the international market. People

say that the Graves family may seem low-key, but they're actually quite wealthy!"

As soon as Eleanor finished speaking, Christian called.

Anastasia chuckled softly. As expected, her strategy worked.

She answered the call calmly, hearing his angry voice.

"Anastasia, stop being so full of yourself. Even if you do have evidence, no reporter would dare to

publish it."

Anastasia knew that with the powerful influence of the Patterson Group, those reporters wouldn't dare

to offend him. But she had to use this trick to make sure the divorce would go smooth.

She smiled lightly, her voice indifferent.

"Mr. Patterson, I've been waiting for you at the court. Since you didn't show up, I had to resort to

necessary measures."

Christian fell silent for a moment. A while later, he replied in a cold and harsh voice.

"I don't have time to play games with you. You better get to work at the company on time, or I'll fire all

the incompetent employees in your team."

With that, he hung up the phone abruptly.

Anastasia's face froze. She wondered if he despised her so much that he would take it out on innocent

people.

After thinking for some time, Anastasia asked Eleanor to head back to her apartment first. After that,

she hailed a taxi and went to the Patterson Group.

The employees in the company were shocked when they saw Anastasia. They hadn't expected her to

return so soon. What shocked them even more was that she looked more radiant than before.

Anastasia went straight to Christian's office with the divorce papers and resignation letter she had

prepared long ago.

She just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

When she reached the floor, she didn't bother knocking on the door, but instead pushed it open and

walked in.

To her surprise, Beatrice, looking frail and pitiful, was sitting next to Christian.

The two of them were huddled together. Their heads lowered as they were engrossed in discussing the

documents, appearing quite intimate.

Anastasia's face darkened slightly. She hadn't expected to see Beatrice there.

But then again, it wasn't all that surprising since they had a child together.

Clearly, Beatrice's presence disrupted their harmonious atmosphere.

Disdain flashed in Anastasia's eyes as she spoke directly, "I had originally planned to finalize the

divorce proceedings before resigning. It seems I'll have to resign first."

Christian looked up at her, his expression somewhat distant. His shirt was perfectly pressed, and he

emitted an icy aura.

"Aren't you worried that I'll fire them if you make such a fuss?"

He knew that Anastasia had trained the secretaries herself and cared deeply about them.

In response, Anastasia sneered, "Then I'll take all of them with me."

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

Upon hearing this, Beatrice averted her gaze and smiled faintly. She then pulled out a gift box from the

drawer, and handed it over.

"Ms. Graves, are you still upset about what happened yesterday? I'm sorry. I heard it was your third

wedding anniversary. Unfortunately, Christian has been busy taking care of me and our child, so he

forgot about it. This is the gift I picked out for you together with him. I hope you like it."

Beatrice approached and whispered in Anastasia's ear.

"By the way, I also have a necklace just like this one!"

She stared at Anastasia, her eyes full of provocation and sarcasm.

Did Christian prepare the gift with Beatrice?

Did he even give her the same necklace as Beatrice's?

It sounded absurd!

Anastasia couldn't put her feelings into words. It was as if she had stepped on a pile of poop when she

went outside.

She glared at Beatrice coldly.

In the next moment, she raised her hand abruptly and knocked the gift out of Beatrice's hand, saying,

"Save it, Beatrice. I know what kind of person you are."

Beatrice's face turned pale, and she looked at Anastasia with a pitiful expression.

She said, "I know you're angry with me, but Charlie is innocent. Can you please take him in and raise

him like your own child?"

Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed.

"Anastasia, what are you doing?" Christian's voice was indifferent as he stood up with a gloomy

expression.

Seeing the gift box on the floor and Beatrice sobbing, he was annoyed. He couldn’t believe that

Anastasia actually had the guts to bully Beatrice in front of him.

With tear-filled eyes, Beatrice clung to his arm, whimpering, "Ms. Graves has every right to be angry at

me. It doesn't matter if she doesn't like the gift I chose. I just want to beg her to treat Charlie better. I

never intended to ruin your marriage."

Christian looked at Anastasia, his brows furrowed. And his deep eyes were filled with coldness.

Anastasia watched Beatrice's performance and couldn't help but get impressed her acting skills.

Seconds later, she smiled lightly and spoke in a cold tone, "You became a mistress and even had an

illegitimate child. Why are you pretending to be innocent? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

Beatrice's face turned pale. She weakly leaned against Christian's body, tears streaming down her

face.

Christian's face grew cold, and his eyes filled with angry gloom.

"Anastasia, don't be harsh. She is not the other woman. You better show her some respect."

Watching him defending Beatrice as if she were his beloved, unwilling to let her suffer even the

slightest grievance, Anastasia felt like a villain who was tearing a couple apart suddenly.

Anastasia's eyes turned sharp, and she looked at the man in front of her with a sneer.

"You want me to respect her? Does she deserve it?"

Anastasia suppressed the disgust in her heart and glanced at Christian, her eyes filled with

indifference.

As Christian observed her face, he felt a strange sensation in his heart.

But he quickly pushed it down.

He heard Beatrice crying pitifully, and it only made him feel sorry for her.

"Anastasia, apologize to Beatrice!"

"Apologize?"

Anastasia paused for a moment, looking at him with a sense of absurdity.

In that moment, Beatrice bit her lower lip, took a cup of coffee from the table, and approached

Anastasia.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Graves. I should apologize to you."

She attempted to hand the cup of coffee to Anastasia.

Just when coffee was about to spill onto Anastasia, she quickly dodged backwards and slapped

Beatrice hard across the face even when anger took over her mind.

Clap!

The impact of the slap resonated with the sound of the cup shattering.

Anastasia shook her numb hand, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Shocked, Beatrice kept playing the victim card. When she covered her rapidly reddening and swelling

face, tears dripped down her frightened eyes.

Christian, in disbelief, stared at Anastasia. Ignoring the mess on himself, he shielded Beatrice behind

him. His gaze turned instantly menacing.

"Anastasia, have you lost your mind?!" He snapped.