The Moonlit Jewel

Chapter 2

Her voice was cold and her eyes were determined.

But just as she finished speaking, Kael's cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone, glanced at the caller ID, frowned, and answered the call, "What's the matter?"

He didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, and he immediately said in a deep voice, "I'll be there right away."

He didn't even look at Elara again, and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

Elara snorted coldly, and didn't say much. She

didn't want to sleep at all, so she decided not to sleep.

She got up, packed her luggage, wrote out the divorce agreement, signed her name, and put it on the coffee table in the living room together with a few cards, and then left her and Kael wedding room.

Fiona crossed her long legs and leaned against the front of the car casually. When she saw Elara carrying a small suitcase, she stood up straight immediately, her eyes almost falling out of her eyes in surprise, "No way? That's all you have?"

Elara put the luggage into the trunk neatly, got on the passenger seat, and said casually, "They are all material possessions! At least now, I am free."

"Are you really getting divorced?" Fiona didn't quite believe it.

Elara shrugged disapprovingly, "Put away your love-minded mind and go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables."

Fiona tacitly didn't ask any more questions, turned the steering wheel directly, and cursed, "Damn, Kael is so rich, shouldn't he get a few hundred million in property?!

Elara flattened his mouth in disdain, "His kingdom is all pre-marital property, I dare not covet it."

In terms of money, Kael is actually very generous.

If the property is really divided strictly from a legal perspective, she can get far more than a few hundred million.

But what she wanted from the beginning was not his money.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Fiona quickly changed the subject, "It's a good thing that we're divorced. The studio has a lot of outstanding bills, and my waist is almost broken by people. It's just right that you're back, otherwise I'll always be busy all the time, and people will really think that this studio belongs to me alone."

After Elara graduated, she and Fiona opened a design studio together. One of them is a business genius, and the other is a design genius, and the studio is in full swing.

But later, when Elara was at the peak of her career, she chose to marry Kael and became a housewife.

The studio has always been managed by Fiona alone, and Elara is responsible for drawing behind the scenes.

Fiona's devoted to her career, and with her outstanding ability, it only took her a few years to transform into a high-end private jewelry design studio.

As the only designer and half boss of Elara was made into the ace designer by Fiona and is now very famous in the upper class circle.

After divorcing Kael, she was almost left with nothing.

The next thing to consider is making a living. She was going to return to the studio. When she heard Fiona say that there were outstanding orders, she couldn't help but look serious, "Didn't I give you a lot of drawings before? Why are there still outstanding orders?"

Fiona had a headache when she thought of this, "Don't you know that those rich ladies and wives, the big and small flowers in the entertainment industry are really harder to serve than the Jade Emperor. You can't have the same style or color, so basically one drawing can only make one piece. The ones you gave last time were only enough to schedule the last appointment."

"I was a little greedy, so I took a few more appointments..." She said while pinching her fingers with her fingertips, "Just a little bit."

"How much is a little bit?" Elara asked worriedly.

Fiona chuckled, "Only... 50 orders."

Her voice was obviously much weaker than before.

Elara took a deep breath. She was originally considering where to live, but now it's better to live in the studio directly.

50 orders, one a day for two months, and she also has to compare the detailed materials. I'm afraid she won't be able to rest until the end of the year.

She leaned against the back of the co-pilot seat and realized that she had done too little except drawing in the past few years of marriage. "Fiona you have worked hard in the past few years."

Fiona said casually, "Hey, between us, what's the point of talking about hard work. Besides, without your drawings, it's useless for me to work hard. In the future, we will join forces. Let's not talk about anything else. There are groups of young handsome men in the entertainment industry. Which one is not better looking than Kael coffin face! Not only good-looking, but also useful!"

Speaking of this, Fiona was indignant, but also very serious, "Sooner or later, I will make Kael the damn scumbag, kneel in front of you and beg you to go back."

Elara showed the only sincere smile since yesterday.

Hearing the name, Kael face lingered in her mind again.

Except for being smelly, there was nothing to complain about.

But she knew in her heart that Kael's heart and eyes were full of Zanya and he couldn't wait to get rid of her as a stumbling block.

Ask her to go back?

Impossible.

Elara shaved a glance, "Can you hope for me?"

She didn't want to touch Kael crooked tree again.

The Studio is located in San Valley Old Street. It has expanded from a storefront at the beginning to a row of shops, with more than 400 square meters inside, and has hired seven or eight assistants alone.

Fiona in a hurry to go on a business trip as soon as she sent Elara away, and specifically explained: "There may be a big customer coming over in the next few days, and they want to customize long-term dresses for their artists. They have made an appointment for a long time. It's good that you are here, so I can be more at ease."

"Don't worry, just leave these things to me in the future."

There is a special lounge on the second floor of the studio. As soon as Elara packed his luggage and temporarily sorted out a place to stay, he quickly entered the work mode according to the demand information sent by the assistant.

It seemed that only in this way could I forget about the divorce for a short time.

After working day and night for three days, I finally finished the urgent manuscript and sent it for proofing. Just as I was about to lie down, my assistant came up and said, "Ma'am Fiona, there is a client and we can't handle it."