The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

Chapter 0291

The ball of nerves that had been growing in my stomach suddenly burst outward until I felt like tiny pins were prickling into every inch of my skin. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Logan and my secret was out, it seemed, and now his grandfather’s lawyers were here for my blood.

Well, I’d been preparing for this, Logan was ready to go to war. He’d left me behind to protect me, but I’d always been ready to stand along beside him.

Now was my chance. Did I find this table full of lawyers immensely intimidating? Absolutely. Was I going to let them bully me into the divorcing the man I loved? Absolutely not.

“I refuse,” I said. “Unless Logan himself tells me that he wants one, I’m not going to just go along with whatever Mr. Hatfield wants. Or demands.”

The lawyers didn’t even blink.

Mr. Smith spoke again. “Mr. Hatfield Sr. is prepared to offer you a substantial sum in exchange for complicity in this matter.”

“There isn’t enough money in the world,” I said.

your

Mr. Smith removed a sheet of paper from within the folder. He slid it down the table to his associate on

right, who slid it to the associate on their right, and so on, until it reached in front of me.

his

I wasn’t even going to bother looking, but curiosity got the better of me. Glancing down, I gasped.

That was a lot of zeros..

‘It didn’t matter, of course. I wasn’t going to divorce Logan for all the combined wealth on the planet, but it was still interesting to see just how much Logan’s grandfather was willing to give up to keep Logan in line.

Grabbing the sheet of paper, I lifted it and ripped it in half.

None of the lawyers had any outward reaction. It was unnerving, watching them being so calm. Detached,

Mr. Smith looked back down at the next paper on his stack within the folder.

“In the case that you refused Mr. Hatfield Sr.’s very generous offer,” Mr. Smith said, volce monotone, “I am to issue a warning that if you do not accept, your life will be made very difficult. Do you still intend to refuse?”

Mr. Smith looked up at me, waiting for my answer.

“I am not divorcing Logan,” I said.

“Very well.” Mr. Smith looked back down. Lifting a pen, he marked something on the paper.

One of his associates started typing on their laptop.

“In that case, you are to vacate any of Hatfield Supply’s facilities immediately. You are now fired.” Mr. Smith delivered the news as if it was nothing at all. To him, it probably wasn’t.

He closed the folder. His associates packed up their supplies, and all of them stood up at once.

“Security will be outside of the door, ready to escort you off–property,” Mr. Smith said. “Good day, Miss Whitaker.”

Just like that, the lawyers began to file out of the meeting room. I stood up as, once they’d gone, the security guard entered.

“This really isn’t necessary,” I said. “I’ll go quietly.”

“Orders are orders,” the security guard said.

With his as my shadow, I had to walk back up the hallway to the elevator. All of my ex–coworkers were staring now. The wait at the elevator door was the worst. With all the lawyers in one elevator, there wasn’t any room for me. I had to wait for the next one.

While I stood there for several long, awkward moments, I could hear the whispers behind me. There wasn’t a chance my co–workers knew why I’d been obviously fired, so I imagined speculation was running

rampant.

It hurt, having near–strangers making likely unflattering assumptions about me. But I reminded myself that these people were not my friends. They never wanted to be my friends.

I didn’t care what they thought.