Sweet Divorce

Chapter 157 Her Husband

Rita was taking the things to the dressing rooms on the second floor when a svelte, pretty girl came up from the front.

Even from a distance, she was sure that this was Raymond’s secretary-

Susie Williams.

In her past life, because of the Colt affair, Susie and gang had been big characters up on the tabloid front pages for a whole month.

At that time, you could find their faces just from a casual glance at a tabloid magazine, so Rita’s impression of Susie was still fresh.

“Raymond’s suit?” Looking at the things in her hand, Susie walked up with an air of arrogance. “Hand it to me.”

“Hand it over already!”

Her hesitation seemed to irritate Susie. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Rita examined the woman before her, gaze falling on the phone bag belted to her waist.

As Susie yanked at her, Rita suddenly loosened her grip.

Susie fell over backwards on the floor, the clothes and makeup scattering in a mess over herself.

“I’m – I’m sorry.” Seeing that, Rita scrambled up.

But she didn’t help Susie up. Instead, while she was distracted, she swiftly inserted a black flash drive into her phone. Numbers and figments of code started rolling across the screen.

At that moment, Susie started to climb to her feet.

Looking at the drive still on the phone, Rita faked a fall and pressed down on Susie’s shoulder, her free hand quickly retrieving the drive.

“Where’d you come from – you meant that, didn’t you?” Susie flew into a rage over being held down and made to push Rita off her.

Prepared for it, Rita ducked off to the side. “I’m sorry. I released my grip without thinking about it. Are you all right?”

“What do you think!” Susie snapped through grit teeth.

Rita bit her lip and hurried to help Susie up, apologizing for three minutes before she was appeased.

Before leaving, she glared one last time at her and added, “No brains behind that pretty face of yours. You deserve to be an errand girl.”

Rita looked at a puffed-up Susie and shrugged, ignoring her.

Seeing the woman go into Raymond’s office, she took out her phone and gave Isabelle a call. “Isabelle, I’ve loaded the program into Susie’s phone. The rest is up to your husband.”

Hearing the words “your husband”, Aaron’s eyes gleamed on the other end of the line.

Isabelle cared the most about Rita as a friend. With Rita on his side, she could help him put in a good word with Isabelle and up his chances of courting her.

Thinking of that, Aaron stepped up. “Your business is my business, Brown. The moment they take a video, I’ll send you a copy!”

“Thanks.”

“No worries, no worries. If you’re a friend of Isabelle, you’re a friend of mine. Anything you need.”

Hanging up, Rita left the building hurriedly.

By the time she left, Jacob had vanished. She raised her head and looked at where the car had just parked.

Nothing. Seemed like they were gone.

Then she received a video texted to her by Isabelle.

Aaron had hacked into Susie’s phone and made a copy of her video of Raymond and Bella’s argument.

Seeing the people on the screen, Rita’s eyes gleamed.

She’d got it after all. That would simplify things.

“What – what are you doing back here?” Seeing Rita come back after just over a dozen minutes, Nathan looked at her, confused.

Rita put her phone away and said mildly, “I’m done, so of course I’m back.”

She was done?

Then…

Thinking of something, Nathan’s eyes shone.

Excitedly, he grabbed her forearm, eyes full of anticipation. “You mean it’s over? My name’s clear?”

Coming in from outside, Liam just so happened upon the scene.

He looked at the other man’s hand on the girl’s arm, and his cold eyes narrowed, hostility emanating from their depths.

The pressure howled across the room, too much to look at directly.

Nathan soon noticed Liam’s presence. He raised his eyes and froze solid at the man’s bloodthirsty glare.

Out of self-preservation, his grip loosened. “This… this gentleman is a friend of yours?”

“?”

Rita frowned and turned around.

At that moment, Liam’s hand fell on her shoulder.

With just the tiniest exertion, he pulled her into his arms and declared, “Her husband.”

Rita had no words.

Neither did Jacob.

The killing intent flushing the air in front of him drove Nathan into a panic. The hand he’d touched Rita with beaded with cold sweat.

For some reason, he felt like this man was going to chop his hand off.

Well… he hoped it was just a feeling.

“H-hello. I’m the girlie’s…”

Girlie.

Hearing that, the man’s face darkened.

Seeing that, Nathan swallowed and desperately restated, “I’m Rita’s colleague, Nathan Murphy.”

“The name’s Wilson…”

“John Wilson.”

Rita interrupted his introduction.

He froze, looking her in the eye as his gaze grew complicated.

Was she this unwilling to let other people know who he was?

“Oh. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Wilson.” Nathan shook his hand politely.

Liam nodded. “Hello.”

With Liam’s appearance, Nathan restrained himself.

He’d been meaning to ask when Rita was going to clear his name for good, but looking at this cold individual before him, he swallowed his question.

Smiling, he excused himself. “I’ll get out of your hair, then.”

“You’re leaving? Don’t you want to know what my plans are going forward?” Rita looked at Nathan, shocked.

Of course Nathan wanted to know, this was his reputation they were talking about.

But… compared to his reputation, he wanted to live!!!

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he was going to be carted out in a hearse.

He trusted Rita. If she said it was done, it was as good as done.

He didn’t need to know what he didn’t need to know.

“You’re the boss. I trust you.” Nathan chuckled and strode out of the café.

Seeing Nathan leave, Liam’s knotted brow relaxed slightly.

The next instant, the girl in his arms squirmed out of his grip.

At almost the exact same moment, the hand he’d placed on her shoulder tightened. “I won’t let you!”

“Liam, you… mm…”

The man’s lips came down from above, devouring all of her retorts.

Their lips locked together, Rita’s eyes widened at his unbearably handsome face and sheer audacity.

She pushed him off in a panic, but the next second, a hand pressed up against the back of her head, and his kisses came this time in a rushing tide.