Ch. 161: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 161

Chapter 161When Jamie turned her back on Norah after making that demand, Norah knew she had to be straightforward with Kevin.

She reported, "Jenkins wants you to come in person, Mr. Edwards. They aren’t pleased with our team’s turnover."

Norah kept it simple. If Kevin valued this partnership, he’d need to meet them himself. Otherwise, she could pretend she never heard their demands—and maybe slip away to see a lawyer.

To her surprise, Kevin instructed, "Come back here." His tone was firm, making it clear he wasn’t joking.

“Yes, sir,” Norah replied, keeping it professional.

Back at the office, she found him standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, cigarette in hand. She kept her tone businesslike. "Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Edwards?"

He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his expression unreadable. "What did you say to make them request that?"

His words were full of suspicion, barely veiled.

Norah felt a chill. "If you think I’m causing trouble, why don’t you ask them yourself?"

She’d been at his side for years, and he couldn’t find even a shred of trust in their shared history?

Kevin didn’t respond, letting more smoke swirl around him. Norah didn’t want to linger in the haze—it wasn’t good for her, especially now.

"Mr. Edwards, if that’s all, I’ll be on my way." She turned to leave, her intentions obvious.

But Kevin stopped her. "You’ll bring on any hires you choose only after I approve them."

"Understood." Norah had no objections but reminded him, “I’ve shown you many résumés, and none were to your satisfaction.”

She continued, "If you think I’m sabotaging this partnership, what are you doing?"

Kevin had once told her she couldn’t leave until she found a suitable replacement. She’d hired Scarlet, who he promptly dismissed. Now none of the new applicants were good enough—he was just making it impossible for her to leave.

Kevin’s tone was icy. "The ones you brought me were either questionable or too flashy. This is a company, not a pageant."

Norah held her tongue, frustrated. These were top-tier candidates, yet he called them “crooked melons and cracked dates.”

She suggested, “You’ve had Kian by your side longer than me; perhaps he should handle the hiring.”

Kevin glared. "So you can dump your work on him while you disappear?"

Norah swallowed her response. "Fine. I’ll keep looking. I’ll check the talent market."

Kevin’s silence signaled approval, though she had other plans.

Instead of the talent market, she headed straight to a law firm. Meeting with a top lawyer, she laid it out. "My husband and I have a contract marriage. We’ve made an appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau, but I don’t want to wait two months. I want to sue for divorce."

The lawyer, an impeccably dressed professional, raised an eyebrow. "Two months isn’t long. If he’s unwilling, we can pursue legal action."

She was resolute. "I need it done as soon as possible. How much will it cost to secure my freedom?"

The lawyer observed her closely. "Why the rush? Is he resisting the divorce, or is there another relationship involved?"

"I didn’t cheat,” she clarified. “This is a contract marriage. We keep it secret, and he has feelings for someone else. I need a fresh start. We don’t share assets, no kids—just a clean break."

The lawyer, Lepage, intrigued, recognized an opportunity. This kind of client typically came from wealth.

"Go with my assistant to prepare a draft," he instructed.

Minutes later, she returned with a draft. "Lawyer Lepage," she said politely.

When he glanced at the document, he froze. The defendant was Kevin.

Double-checking, he realized this was the very contract he’d drafted for Kevin! He couldn’t believe it.

Norah noticed his hesitation and frowned. "Is something wrong with my case?"

"No, not at all. Go home for now. I’ll contact you once it’s scheduled."

Norah nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Lawyer Lepage."

As soon as she left, Lepage called Kevin.

Kevin answered curtly, his voice indifferent. "What is it?"

Lepage didn’t hold back. "Guess who came to see me?"

Kevin’s tone turned wary. "Norah was there, wasn’t she?"

"Not only that,” Lepage replied, “she’s filing for divorce. I can’t believe three years of marriage didn’t make a dent. This isn’t like the stories where the couple grows closer over time!"

Kevin’s face darkened. "Warn your colleagues. No one should take her case."

Lepage chuckled. "Sure, I can pull some strings, but remember, other regions might take it. You really don’t want her to go, huh?"

Kevin’s response was a simple, seething, "Buzz off."

As he ended the call, Kevin ordered Kian to track Norah’s location. Within minutes, he was on his way to confront her.