Dumped When Pregnant, Chased by Ex-Husband

Chapter 2: Chapter 2 She Wants a Hundred Million in the Divorce



Clara Knox gave a bitter smile, let him think what he wanted. At this point, what was the need to explain anything.

Edward Harper put away one of the signed documents and handed another to Clara, speaking slowly,

"We won't handle the divorce certificate for now. I ask you to keep our matter a secret. With the company's new product launch approaching, I won't allow any accidents, especially concerning grandfather..."

Before he could finish, Clara took over the conversation,

"Don't worry, I will keep it from grandfather. If Miss Aria needs it, I can help you explain. After all, taking someone's money is doing someone's bidding."

Edward Harper's eyes darkened, with a touch of irony he replied, "Then I'll trouble you. I might really need it."

Clara felt a choke in her throat, a wave of sourness rising in her stomach. She ran to the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet, vomiting until she was clean.

Breakfast had ended unhappily.

Edward Harper left behind half-eaten sandwich and departed.

Clara stared at his strong and upright figure in silence for a moment, recalling the first time they met.

He walked into the café in a high-end, tailor-made suit, with sharp brows and starry eyes, a straight nose, and a handsome appearance that was almost offensive, and she fell for him at first sight.

The marriage was arranged by Grandfather Harper, and they were married that same day.

On their wedding night, he threw an agreement at her,

"I have someone I like, and our marriage certificate was grandfather's insistence. Look over this agreement, if there's no problem, then sign it. We won't make our marriage public, and after three years we'll part amicably. Aside from money, I can give you nothing more."

He kept his word, for three years he carelessly gave her a card to spend freely but never spared her a shred of emotion, not even during marital duties where he was always that cold and detached.

Now thinking about it carefully, he agreed to marry her probably because of her face, which resembled Aria Knight by seventy percent.

Clara snapped back to reality only to accidentally knock over her milk, spilling half of it.

Aunt Lewis hurried over to clean up.

"Ma'am, you usually have such a good temper, what's wrong today? Can't you hold back your words? Couples argue, but who just says 'divorce' and it's done? I don't think the master really wants to divorce. Didn't you see how dark his face turned when he was signing the papers? Take this old woman's advice. You should yield to him tonight, and this will be over."

Clara wiped her blurred eyes with a tissue,

"But I can't get over this matter in my heart."

Aria Knight was always a thorn in her side, painfully lodged there.

After lunch, Clara swiftly packed her bags and left the Brocade Garden. It wasn't until she was in the taxi that she realized she had nowhere to go after leaving him,

"Just find any hotel."

She told the driver.

Meanwhile, Edward Harper was in a meeting when he received a call from the nanny, Aunt Lewis.

He hated being interrupted during meetings, but today, he made an exception.

"Sir, the mistress left with her suitcase, I couldn't stop her. You better have someone chase her down. She couldn't have gone far."

The voice of Aunt Lewis was anxious on the other end.

Edward Harper pinched the bridge of his nose, his heart inexplicably irritable.

The divorce wasn't finalized yet, and he hadn't expected Clara Knox to leave without a word after signing; her decisiveness caught him off guard.

Had their three years of sharing a bed meant so little to her that she wouldn't even share a farewell meal?

He thought she would at least cry and make a fuss. If she did, he would condescend to coax her. But she hadn't shed a single tear from beginning to end, seemingly more eager to go through with the divorce than him.

Thinking of Elijah, whom she often asked about, Edward Harper felt as if his heart was stuffed with lemons, both sour and bloated.

"No need."

He replied to Aunt Lewis with cold words, then hung up and returned to the meeting room with a dark face to announce the meeting was over. Afterwards, he called Secretary Liam Johnson aside.

"Find out where the missus has gone, who she has been in contact with recently."

Then he corrected himself, "Clara Knox, Miss Knox."

Secretary Johnson was clearly puzzled. He didn't understand why his boss was in such a bad mood today, guessing blindly that it had something to do with the mistress, as the last time he came to work after an argument with her, he had that same terrifying, menacing look.

"Director Harper, should I also check the call logs?"

"Yes, and look up anyone who has had contact with her and has the character 'Xuan' in their name."

"Got it."

Liam Johnson received the order and hurried to carry it out.

Edward Harper finished giving his instructions and looked at the message from Aunt Lewis on his phone, his jawline taut with tension.

Aunt Lewis: "The lady left this behind."

The photo below the text was of his supplementary card.

He had not requested it back, yet she had taken the initiative to return it.

What a way to leave without saying goodbye. Edward Harper, in a surge of anger, locked her card.

No money, she would naturally come back.

Clara Knox, after completing her hotel registration and attempting to pay, was informed that her card was unusable. Calming down, she immediately knew who was behind this.

Unable to secure a room, she had no choice but to drag her suitcase to her friend Isaac Turner for help.

Isaac Turner, male, preferred men and was Clara Knox's best friend.

Less than half an hour after the call, Isaac drove over and upon seeing the radiantly beautiful yet dismayed woman by the roadside, his heart filled with lament.

He cursed under his breath as he got out of the car to help her with the luggage,

"I've told you before: don't go for men who are good-looking, wealthy, or have bad tempers. But you did just the opposite, stepping on every mine out there. Wasted on you is a face that would make the goddess Nuwa proud. Three years with him and all you have to show for it is this luggage? I've never heard of such a stingy CEO before, it's really an eye-opener."

The truth hurts, and Isaac rambled on with criticism, but Clara couldn't bear to listen any longer; she just wanted to be left in peace.

"He also left me a check, said I could fill in the amount myself."

Clara leaned back in her seat, her eyes narrowed, her voice soft and gentle.

Isaac, driving one-handed and spewing eloquence all the way, finally stopped his dissing when he heard about the check from Scum Harper,

"Let me tell you, if you fill in an amount less than a hundred million, I will lose respect for you."

"Then I'll take your advice. Let's fill it in for a hundred million and withdraw it right now, shall we?"

Isaac thought she was joking until Clara actually pulled out the crumpled check and boldly wrote in one hundred million.

The money in her bank account came from her part-time jobs, not a cent was connected to Edward Harper. Why should he have the right to arbitrarily lock it, leaving her homeless and unable to stay at a hotel?

Clara felt indignant; if he pushed her to this, then he couldn't blame her for having a big appetite.

"Let's go to the bank, withdraw the money."

Isaac's eyes sparkled as he spun the steering wheel, "Clara, buddy, I've never seen so much money in my life. Can this car fit a hundred million? Should we switch to a stretch SUV first?"

"I haven't seen that much either, let's go and broaden our horizons today."

In the President's Office of Harper Group.

Edward Harper was absentmindedly looking through files when Secretary Johnson burst in.

"Did you find out?"

He didn't wait for Secretary Johnson to reply, asking first.

Secretary Johnson looked panicked, "Director Harper, the lady is withdrawing money at the bank."

Edward Harper was puzzled; he had just locked her card, so what money was there to withdraw?

Secretary Johnson enunciated each word, "The lady has your check and is looking to withdraw a hundred million. Due to the large amount, the bank is hesitant to process it and requires your signature."

Secretary Johnson watched as his boss's expression visibly darkened, the last few words almost hissed through clenched teeth.

He had no idea where the lady got the courage to provoke Director Harper. Merely stating the facts made him fear for his life from his boss's potential wrath.

Edward Harper nearly choked on his coffee.


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