Chapter 2 Thirty Billion
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Third-person narration:
"What?"
Osborne frowned, clearly not expecting Stella to bring up divorce. She had supposedly drugged him last night, so what game was she playing now?
"Do you even know what you're saying?"
Stella shot him a cold glance. Though she was much smaller in stature, her presence matched his completely at that moment.
"Haven't you always wanted a divorce? Once I'm gone, nothing will stop you from marrying Nina. Don't you want this?"
Osborne pressed his lips together, giving her a deep, searching look.
Was she really going to step aside so easily?
Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, he let out a cold chuckle. "Hope you won't regret this."
Stella gave a bitter laugh, her heart never more resolute.
"The only thing I regret is marrying you in the first place."
With that, she turned and walked out, her steps decisive and confident.
Osborne stared at her retreating figure for a long time.
Stella used to be soft and gentle whenever she saw him, always pretending to be sweet and submissive. But today, her attitude was unexpectedly strong.
Could it be that he had wrongly accused her of last night's incident?
But if it wasn't her, then who could have done that?
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That morning, they went to City Hall.
Stella, in a plain white dress, and Osborne, in a tailored black suit, looked strikingly mismatched, drawing curious stares from those around them.
But Stella didn't care. She just wanted to end their marriage.
In less than ten minutes, their heavy marriage was finally over.
Holding the divorce papers in her hand, Stella felt a moment of disorientation.
"I hope this divorce makes you a better person," Osborne said coldly.
By the time Stella looked up again, he was already gone. No words of farewell, no glances back, as if he had never been part of her world.
"Guess this is for the best," she muttered to herself, shaking her head with a bitter smile.
If that was how heartless he was towards her, then from now on, she would see her as a stranger.
She snapped out of her thoughts and stepped towards the road.
Suddenly, a limited-edition black Bentley limousine pulled up in front of her.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man with graying hair, flanked by four bodyguards, walked towards her.
Stella recognized him immediately. It was her family's butler, Lawson. Raising her chin slightly, she exuded an innate sense of nobility. "My dad sure has long arms. I just got divorced, and here you are."
Lawson gave a sycophantic smile, bowing deeply before speaking, "The three-year term has ended..."
He paused, glancing at the divorce papers in Stella's hand.
Feigning regret, he said, "It seems you couldn't make Mr. Osborne Farley fall in love with you. As per your agreement, it's time for you to return to New York and take over the family business."
Thinking about the woman by her father Lawrence Rosenberg's side, Stella frowned and fell silent.
"Mr. Rosenberg really misses you. Please come back with me. Please get over your hard feelings towards him. He..."
"Mr. Lawson."
Stella cut him off, her face growing colder at the mention of old matters. "New York doesn't need me. I have important things to do here. I'm not going back."
She had been secretly investigating who caused her memory loss and led her to Boston. The person was likely within the Rosenberg Group, but she still didn't know who it was.
With that person hidden and herself exposed, returning to New York was too dangerous.
Besides, she had no desire to face that woman.
Lawson sighed, "Mr. Rosenberg knew this would happen. You still resent him and refuse to return."
He then respectfully produced a black credit card. "This is your card, untouched, with thirty billion dollars."
Afterward, he signaled the bodyguards, who quickly handed Stella a brand-new contract.
"Mr. Rosenberg said you don't have to return now, but you must take over the Boston branch of Nova Group under Rosenberg Group, and the annual profit must exceed last year's by five percent."
Stella, wanting to find a way into the Rosenberg Group to investigate, immediately agreed.
"Fine, as he wishes!"
She took the pen and signed her name with a flourish, accepting the black card with thirty billion dollars.
Looking at the card's dark surface, she chuckled.
Just minutes ago, she was so broke she had only ten dollars to her name, not even enough for a taxi.
Yet now, she had thirty billion...
Due to her previous agreement with Lawrence, her bank accounts had been frozen, and she had to hide her true identity. Otherwise, it would be considered a breach of contract.
Normally, Heather and Emma, who loved flaunting wealth and currying favor with the rich, never respected her.
What would their expressions be if they knew she was actually a super-rich woman with billions in assets, the youngest daughter of the nation's richest man?
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