Can't Let Go of This Love

Chapter 6 She Wants Nothing

Briana locked herself in her room for three days, and just as she had a flash of inspiration and was about to put her jewelry design ideas on paper, she received a call.

"Mrs. Fisher, I'm Calvin, Mr. Fisher's assistant. Mr. Fisher is going on a business trip to the Maldives tomorrow. Do you know where his blue and white striped shirt is?"

Briana had always hated being interrupted right when inspiration struck, especially for such trivial matters. It made her suspect that Scott was deliberately getting on her nerves. Without hesitation, she shouted, "What's wrong with him? We're divorced. I'm not his fuckin' maid!"

With that, she hung up the phone.

Two minutes later, Briana's phone rang again. It was from Scott.

She hesitated for a moment but still answered it.

"Briana, you have half an hour to come back."

"I..."

This time, without waiting for her response, Scott hung up the phone.

Briana clenched her phone, wishing she could give that bastard a good beating.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she finally got up and left the room.

Seeing her annoyed face, Kaylee couldn't help but ask, "Darling, where are you going at this late hour?"

"To settle the scores with that bastard!"

Of course, Briana was just venting her frustration, as she didn't have the ability to be Scott's match.

Arriving at Scott's villa, the servants had already retired, and it was eerily quiet all around.

Briana went upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door, only to find Scott sitting on the sofa in casual attire, flipping through documents.

He heard the steps, yet he didn't bother to look up at her.

Briana walked straight to the wardrobe, rummaging through it until she finally found the blue and white striped shirt mentioned by Calvin.

The moment she saw the shirt, she was stunned for a moment.

She bought this shirt for Scott when she learned he was going to Hawaii for a business trip the year they had just gotten married.

She thought it was perfect for a beach setting.

When she gave the shirt to Scott, he looked at her coldly and said, "Don't try to please me with such cheap stuff, and cut down on your lame schemes."

Briana had no idea what schemes he was talking about, but since then, she had never bought anything for Scott again.

He didn't give a damn about the shirt back then, yet now, he specifically asked her back to look for it.

It was definitely his attempt at revenge or intentionally teasing her.

Briana picked up the shirt in silence, left the wardrobe, and placed it on the bed. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed Scott was talking on the phone with someone. Throughout the entire conversation, his tone was very low, and he didn't spare her a glance, as if she didn't exist.

Briana had initially planned to bring up the topic of divorce, but seeing that there was no suitable moment, she turned around and left without a word.

Briana had just reached the living room downstairs when Scott's voice stopped her.

Scott stood on the stairs, looking down at her with his usual cold expression. "Did you find the shirt?"

"It's on your bed."

"Just that one shirt?"

Briana didn't quite understand. "What else do you want?"

Scott pinched his nose, looked away then back at Briana. "I'm going on a week-long business trip. Do you think I can get by with just one shirt?"

Some memories from the past well up Briana's mind. When they were married, she would always pack up for him before his business trip.

Unexpectedly, after diligently serving the man for three years, she didn't gain a good name but ended up spoiling him.

Briana calmly stated, "Mr. Fisher, allow me to remind you again. We are already divorced, so chores like packing your luggage are not my duty anymore. Kindly ask your maid or your next wife for assistance. Don't bother me with such matters again. Thank you."

Scott descended the stairs at his own pace and stopped in front of her. "Let me remind you something as well. We haven't completed the divorce proceedings, and you are still legally my wife. These tasks are your duty."

"No room for negotiation, is that it?"

"I don't want to repeat myself."

Briana pressed her lips together and took out her phone for a number. "Since you seem to enjoy being served, I have a perfect candidate. I'm sure she's more than willing to do that."

However, as soon as she found the number and was about to dial, her phone was snatched away.

Scott stared at her with a cold expression. "Briana, have I been too indulgent with you?"

Briana looked at her empty hand and smiled. "Mr. Fisher, mind your language. We don't seem that close."

The chill in Scott's eyes deepened. "When will this cat-and-mouse game end, huh? Don't repeatedly challenge my patience. Just tell me what you want."

Briana paused for a few seconds before saying, "Mr. Fisher, didn't you say what I want is the Fisher Group? Will you give it to me?"

"Never."

"Then divorce. I don't want anything."

Scott, impatient, furrowed his brows. "You still think divorce can be a threat to me?"

Briana was puzzled. Wasn't he always eager to get rid of her? Why did it seem like she was now the one pleading for a divorce?

"I know you doubt my intentions. Like I said, I can write a guarantee. Even during the divorce, you can bring lawyers and photographers along to prove it's my initiative, and I won't extort a single penny from you."

Scott pressed his lips, remaining silent.

"Or are you afraid I'll take the divorce to the media and tarnish your reputation and the Fisher family? You can rest assured of that, too. I swear, if I try to gain any advantage by exploiting our divorce, I will rot in hell."

After a while, Scott finally spoke. "Do you think I'll believe you just because you swore it?"

Briana looked at him helplessly. "So what do you want then? Do I have to wait for you to decorate our house with your affairs?"

Scott glanced at her and sneered.

Even though he didn't say a word, Briana knew exactly what he meant.

She knew he was just mocking her, implying that she had no right to judge others, especially when playing the same trick as Krista's.

Just as Briana wanted to persuade Scott one last time, his icy tone sounded. "I'll be on a business trip tomorrow. We'll talk when I get back."

Briana instantly smiled. "No problem. I'll wait for you no matter how long. Give me a call when you return, and I'll rush to divorce you. I promise!"

Noticing her distinct attitude, the mockery in Scott's eyes grew more intense as he turned and went upstairs.

What an ungrateful woman.