At the same time, Bella arranged to meet Marion at her law firm.
Night fell pitch black outside. Rain had soaked the city all day. Temperatures dropped sharply, and heavy clouds covered the sky, leaving the whole city gray and lifeless.
Marion sat in a charcoal suit. His face was clean-shaven, his hair neat, and his sharp features still looked dangerously handsome.
He crossed his legs on the sofa, giving off a dark, heavy atmosphere.
He was still the same arrogant, controlling Mr. Ballard. It was as if the man who had broken down at the airport—wild-eyed, messy, sobbing uncontrollably—had never existed.
Bella's voice was sharp with sarcasm as she threw the fake divorce certificate on the table.
"I thought you would stay miserable a little longer. At least keep the act up. But since t
