Sweet Divorce

Chapter 159 Are You Keeping Me

Rita was quite shocked over Liam coming to live in the Brown household.

But after her shock, she was also quite moved.

She wasn’t stupid; she understood why Liam had moved over to the Brown house.

He probably wasn’t about to give up.

In other words – if the Mountain wouldn’t go to Mohammed, Mohammed must come to the Mountain…

Rita had known Liam for years. In her knowledge, that man was always the same, cold way towards anyone.

She never thought that he’d change for her one day.

Even going so far as to forget his identity and status and move to the Brown household.

The still lake of her heart started rippling under a warm breeze.

“Don’t just stand there, Rita. Wash your hands and come eat dinner.”

Maybe she’d stared off into space for too long, but Zoe started urging her. “Oh, and bring me that rib soup.”

“The soup’s too hot, Mom. I’ll do it.”

Liam said, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

Looking at how attentive he was being, Zoe’s bearing was one of a mother-in-law’s thorough appreciation. She beamed. “Look at how much he cares about you, Rita. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth; find a way to get back together with him.”

The corner of Rita’s mouth twitched.

She didn’t know what weird potion Liam had given her mother in the one afternoon she was away from home, but Zoe was just full of praise for him right now.

Ignoring her dazzled mother, she followed him into the kitchen.

Standing in front of the sink, she glanced fleetingly at the man at her side.

Breaking the silence, she mumbled, “You shouldn’t waste time on me. Move back tomorrow.”

Hearing that, Liam was silent for a while. Soon, he took up the soup. “Do you know how to do interior work?”

“…can you not change the subject, we…”

“After we’re done with the renovations for the interior of the mansion, I’ll move out when you’re done with the blueprint.”

Before she could finish, Liam interrupted lightly, then passed her a set of blueprints and measurements.

Rita looked at the blueprint, confused.

Interior renovations?

She’d studied renovation out of interest a while back, but she was no professional.

Why wasn’t he seeking professional help and instead turning to her?

Whatever the reason, she wasn’t interested.

Naturally, her refusal was straight and to the point.

“I’m not going to do it!”

“So do you want me to live here long-term, Rita?”

Liam leant towards her suddenly, shrinking the distance between them. Rita felt a strange, blazing heat from the man’s obsidian eyes.

Blushing slightly, she avoided his gaze. “no.”

When did she say that she wanted to keep him here?

Not once.

“Then you…?”

Rita lowered her voice. “That wasn’t a negotiation. I’m demanding you move out.”

“Would your mother agree to your demand?”

The answer was obvious. Zoe wouldn’t agree.

But Rita wasn’t surprised at such an outcome.

She pushed Liam off and walked out. “Then live here all you want.” She was moving to the dorm.

But Liam had already anticipated her thought of moving to the dorm.

He grinned, “With the blueprint not done yet, I don’t mind living with you at the school dorm, either. I sent a set of my necessities over to the dorm in the afternoon, just in case.”

Rita froze, her face sinking.

She knew him. Anything Liam Wilson set his mind to, no one could influence.

He was a man of his word.

If she moved to the dorm of her own volition, he would definitely follow.

And tomorrow, she’d be the talk of the school gossipmongers.

So she definitely couldn’t go live at school.

Considering that, Rita glanced coldly at the blueprints in his hand. “You’ll leave when I’m done renovating?”

“Yes.”

“Fine, I’ll do it.” She didn’t want to, but she had to compromise.

With that, she reached out for the blueprints.

The moment she pinched one corner of the blueprint, Liam pulled backwards in a sudden motion, bringing her to him as well.

Then his lips descended.

His cherry red lips were getting closer, closer!

Almost about to touch her own.

In that split second, Rita’s heart hammered, and she lost her balance.

Her chest pounded.

Then, his warm hand steadied her tilting body at her waist.

Liam’s lips passed her left cheek and stopped next to her ear.

“Let’s have dinner first and see where we go from there.”

He… wasn’t taking the opportunity to kiss her, but to say that?

Well.

She had it wrong?

Rita murmured assent as she pushed him off, then speed-walked away.

Standing there, Liam watched her face grow red from shyness, and his lips curved up into a pleasant smile as he followed behind happily.

The next day.

In the morning.

In the Brown Group subsidiary.

Early in the day, Rita followed Nathan to the office.

By the time they’d arrived, Jason and company were there as well.

“It’s the third day, kid. I want to see what tricks you have up your sleeve,” Charlie scoffed, like he was there to watch the farce unfold.

A manager took a look at Rita, then turned to Jason. “Mr. Snow, the girl told us to watch the tabloids today. I just did. Other than Raymond Colt’s secretary meeting reporters last night, nothing of note.”

Hearing that, Jason looked at Rita. “So what is it we’re supposed to watch, kid?”

“The show,” Rita chuckled.

“Heh, the show that they’re going to make of us as they bury us under bad press?” Charlie rolled his eyes. “You’re a mole our rivals sent over to stall for time, aren’t you, kid?”

“Be careful with your words, Mr. Powers.” Matthew suppressed his laughter and said in deliberately serious tones, “Our rivals are high in status, so why would they send this random girl over?”

“Thanks for reminding me, Mr. Gray. You’re right, they wouldn’t be so blind as to hire someone like this.”

Faced with Charlie and Matthew’s mockery, Rita didn’t react, but Nathan had had enough. “Shut up!”

“You’ve got some nerve, Nathan. Who do you think you’re yelling at? Let me tell you, with the company at your back, you’re a hotshot designer, without us, you’re nothing!” Matthew dug at him.

Hearing that, Nathan clenched his fist.

Seeing his state, Rita grabbed him and murmured, “They’re free to say what they want, but we don’t need to listen or shoot back… otherwise, what’s the difference between us and them?”

Looking at her, Nathan loosened his fist.

A text popped up at that moment on Rita’s phone. She took a look, and her eyes started to gleam.

Standing up straight, she turned to Jason. “The show’s about to start, Mr. Snow.”

“?” Jason and gang wore confused expressions.

Rita flipped open her laptop and cast the tabloid site to the big screen.

Soon, the headline “The Truth to the Nathan Murphy Incident Comes Out” came into view.

Except for Rita, everyone in the company was taken aback.

At the same time, the buzzing office grew quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at the screen with full focus.

“What truth?” Charlie was dubious.

So was Matthew. “Yeah, we didn’t place eyes anywhere, where would they get this background information from?”

“Click in there, kid.” Jason whirled around at Rita.

Rita smiled, nodded, and clicked the link.

There was an exposure video by a tabloid reporter called “Mutt”.

Mutt was a famous reporter in entertainment circles.

Many tabloid pieces of media stars having extramarital affairs had been busted by him.

No problem celebrity had ever escaped his grasp.

And his information was always solid, too solid for the stars to ever hide away.

Which was why some people in the entertainment business also called Mutt – the boogeyman.

“A bigshot reporter like Mutt is getting involved?” Charlie was confused. He snatched over Rita’s mouse and clicked on the video.

“Bella, sign this agreement to back out of the marriage.” In the video, a grumpy-looking Raymond tossed a contract over to a woman on the sofa.

The woman took a look at the contract and sneered. “I won’t sign it! I want half the property even if we’re getting divorced!”

“You’re not signing? Heh… then don’t blame me for exposing everything you did with Nathan Murphy. I want everyone to know that you weren’t forced at all. You tried to seduce him and he didn’t even want you,” Raymond leered.

Bella played about with her fingers, still casual as ever. “Nathan really didn’t assault me. That was just to preserve my reputation. But who was it that forced me? Didn’t you send people to take those photographs of us, Raymond? If my people hadn’t discovered your plan and if I hadn’t gone to the hospital with that chance, I’m the one whose reputation would be shattered now.”

“So what if I sent people after you? Haven’t you just explained the situation perfectly?” Raymond scoffed. “Hurry and sign it. I don’t have time to waste with you.”

“You think only you’ve got me by the figurative balls? I’ve got photos of your makeup session with that slut of yours, Raymond. I’ve also got photos of you two going back to your room.” Bella tossed a wad of pictures before Raymond, provoking, “We can get away with having our fun on our ends like before. If you want to leave with the money? Then don’t blame me for dragging your reputation down with me!”

The video ended, and everyone was gaping in shock.

At the bottom of the video, the netizens who’d been busy mocking and slandering Nathan and the company swerved around completely.

Now the witch hunt was fixed solely on Bella and Raymond.

“Damn, I couldn’t see it before, but it’s this couple who was behind it all. Nathan Murphy was innocent.”

“Nathan was falsely accused, this couple is inhuman.”

“Sneaks, backstabbers, gross! Raymond and Bella need to piss off out of entertainment!”

“We owe Nathan Murphy and apology is really how it is.”

Seeing the wind shift, Nathan sat down on a chair, heaving a sigh of relief as his eyes reddened. “My name’s finally clear, Mr. Snow.”

“Yeah!” Jason exclaimed. Nathan hadn’t just recovered his reputation, but the pressure was completely off the company now.

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“I’ve come through with my promise, Mr. Snow.” Rita, who’d been quiet all throughout, spoke, still smiling. “Isn’t it about time you came through with yours?”