“Tell me about it,” I sighed, looking at Jian. “So, no divorce?”
“Unfortunately,” I muttered, still feeling the frustration coil tight within me.
Jian crossed her arms thoughtfully. “So, what are you going to do about Susan? She seems hell-bent on getting Noelle to sign over that song, and I don’t think she’ll give up easily. I’m honestly afraid she might dig until she finds out who you really are.”
I sat down, deep in thought. “You’re right. If I’d been here when they showed up, who knows what might’ve happened. She’s really determined to get her hands on that song.”
Jian frowned. “Yes, but you’re not going to give it to her, right? So… what’s the plan?”
I looked off, considering for a moment, and then an idea struck me. “Actually… maybe we should let her have the song.”
