😍"Boss, the ex-wife who divorced you five years ago has appeared at the airport.""Go there immediately and lock down the airpor

😍"Boss, the ex-wife who divorced you five years ago has appeared at the airport." "Go there immediately and lock down the airport!"😍 Chapter 1 Let Us Get A Divorce In the dimly lit room, the woman's soft, kitten-like sobbing caused the man to involuntarily quicken his pace. Suggestive sighs echoed through the room, making one's face flush and heart race. Plop! An intense motion knocked over the bedside table lamp, and it suddenly lit up, filling the space with orange-yellow light. In stark contrast to the enchanting sounds, the man tightly gripped his female companion's chin and glared at her indifferently. “Francesca Beckman, are you so desperate that you'd resort to using drugs just to make me touch you?” His grip was strong, causing a faint bruise to appear on Francesca's fair skin. Unable to speak, a tear slid down from the corner of her eye. “I didn't do it...” With great difficulty, Francesca squeezed out a few words, and more tears flowed from the corner of her eyes. Colton Zeller's eyes darkened slightly, and without any mercy, he let go of Francesca and coldly walked into the bathroom. The pain throughout Francesca's body left her unable to move. It took her a while to prop herself up and slowly pull her clothes back on. Her gaze fell on the drawer of the bedside table, and she bit her lip tightly. Three years ago, Beckman Group faced financial difficulties. To forge an alliance with Zeller Group, her parents drugged her and sent her to Colton's bed, which led to their marriage. Colton believed all of this was Francesca's cunning scheme, and he never had the slightest bit of affection for her. Instead, he resented her, loathed her, and wished he could stay far away from her. The reason was simple—Colton cherished and adored his beloved first crush, otherwise known as the Nation's Darling, Elsa Larson. Faced with Colton's disgust, Francesca accepted it all without resentment or anger. Not only that, she was considerate and thoughtful toward him. There was no one in the wealthy circles of Alenvista who did not ridicule her for it. Still, Francesca didn't mind it at all. She had never mentioned any of this to Colton and continued to be as tolerant and accepting of him as always. Yet, that kind of tolerance ultimately came to an end that day. The intense exercise caused Francesca's fingers to tremble slightly, but she ignored it and reached out to take some files from the drawer. Just then, Colton finished taking his bath. With a dark expression, he had someone bring a box of pills, which he threw mercilessly in front of Francesca, saying, “Eat it.” Francesca looked at the label on the box before her: Emergency contraceptive pills. She felt a chill in her heart. Her silence led Colton to mistakenly believe she was unwilling to take the medicine. Impatience flashed in his eyes, and he said sneeringly, “Do you really think you'll give birth to my child? Francesca, stop daydreaming.” Francesca picked up the box of pills and looked at Colton expressionlessly. The tear stains on her face hadn't been wiped away yet, and under the dim light, they shimmered with a delicate glow. Colton didn't like her weak demeanor, and his eyes gradually darkened. He brushed aside the faint unease in his heart and looked down at her condescendingly. “Tell me. How much money do you want this time?” “Let's get a divorce,” Francesca declared darkly. Her gaze was solemn and lifeless, and Colton felt as if she was looking at someone else through him. Yet upon closer inspection, it didn't quite seem that way. This realization made Colton feel inexplicably anxious. He clenched his fingers and sarcastically said, “So, now, you've learned the art of playing hard to get? Tell me. How much money does Beckman Group want this time?” Francesca silently pushed the document forward, drawing attention to a two-centimeter-long scar on her slender arm. Her expression was terrifyingly calm. Colton casually picked up the document and said, “So Beckman Group finally realized you're useless and decided to exchange you for money...” The title of the document came into view: Divorce agreement. Colton's pupils constricted slightly. He sneered and threw the agreement onto the table. He lit a cigarette, and through the hazy smoke, he gazed at Francesca's blurred face. “Playing hard to get?” Chapter 2 Consider It A Gift For You The sarcasm in Colton's eyes was undisguised, as he couldn't believe that Francesca, who had used every means to marry him, would give up everything she had now. Needless to say, the content of the divorce agreement was absurdly ridiculous. Apart from requesting the dissolution of the marriage, it demanded nothing else. How is that possible for someone as greedy as Francesca? Francesca tightly gripped the quilt in her hand. She looked straight at Colton as she uttered slowly, “I harbor no hidden agendas, Colton. Everything I once owed you has been returned.” I don't love you anymore. She didn't say the words out loud, but somehow, Colton managed to read the intention in her eyes. An inexplicable emotion caused Colton's gaze to darken. He strode forward, his deep eyes boiling with anger, threatening to engulf Francesca with their rage. Long fingers lifted Francesca's chin, and a puff of smoke was blown onto her face, causing her to turn her head away and cough a few times. Upon seeing the woman's wretched appearance, Colton couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile. He picked up the pen on the table and said, “Do you really think I won't sign it?” Francesca coughed, choking on her sobs. She silently returned his stare without saying a word. Upon seeing the situation, Colton sneered coldly. Isn't she just playing hard to get? He quickly signed his own name and said, “I hope you really honor our agreement.” He knew that even if Francesca was willing, Beckman Group would not allow her to actually divorce him. The agreement was probably just a trick to threaten him. Still, he didn't want to indulge Francesca. After signing the divorce agreement, he casually tossed it on the ground. After some thought, he took out a card from his wallet and tossed it onto Francesca, saying, “Consider this money as compensation for this past year...” His expression grew increasingly unpleasant as he softly uttered two words, “Hardship fee.” After Colton left, the bedroom became completely quiet. An unknown amount of time later, Francesca, who had been as still as a doll, finally stretched out her trembling hands and grasped the card. Her eyes gradually reddened, and she bit her lower lip tightly. Tears silently slid down her pale cheeks. The sharp edge of the card sliced through her palm, and a dark red bead of blood rolled down. The piercing pain compelled her to instinctively release her grip. Gradually lowering herself, Francesca reclined on the bed and let out a cry of anguish, her voice echoing through the room. After leaving the villa, Colton went to a condominium nearest to the company and only returned to the Zeller manor after getting some sleep. Today was the day to visit his grandfather, Phillip Zeller. Colton thought he would see Francesca's familiar, slender figure at the manor, but after looking around, he realized she was nowhere to be found. He didn't take it to heart and casually asked the housekeeper, Queenie, “Where's Mrs. Zeller?” Queenie paused and looked carefully at Colton. “Mrs. Zeller hasn't arrived yet. Should I...?” “That's not necessary,” Colton replied simply, then he entered the house. After retiring from Zeller Group, Phillip fell in love with gardening. He was presently watering the flowers in the courtyard. Glancing behind him, Phillip's face darkened. “Where's your wife?” “I don't know,” Colton answered casually. “I stayed at the condominium last night.” After a good night's sleep, he had already put the divorce agreement out of his mind, confident that Francesca would not dare to divorce him. “D*mn it!” Phillip scolded angrily. Usually, Francesca would come to the Zeller manor early, carrying bags filled with things she had carefully prepared. If it weren't for the trouble this rascal in front of me had caused, how could she possibly not show up? Not wanting to scold his grandson in front of everyone, Phillip said darkly, “Come upstairs with me.” The two of them entered the study together. Chapter 3 The Scandal “What's the deal with that scandal?” Phillip looked at Colton with a stern expression. Colton was puzzled. “What scandal?” Watching his grandson being so blithe, Phillip became increasingly frustrated and threw a phone at him, exclaiming, “Take a good look!” Colton took the phone and casually glanced at it. The screen showed a Twitter post with a trending headline: Golden Globe Awards Best Actress Elsa Larson's Mysterious Boyfriend Appears, It's Actually Him? The picture attached to the Twitter post was taken when he had gone out to eat with Elsa a couple of days ago. The paparazzi chose a sneaky angle, making it look as though they were passionately kissing. In reality, he was lending his arm for support. Tsk. Colton's face turned cold as he calmly explained to Phillip, “It's just the reporters writing nonsense.” “Since it's just nonsense, have someone remove it right away,” Phillip said impatiently. “You've caused such a mess. What about Fran and the Beckman family's reputation?” Upon hearing this, Colton thought that Francesca had called to complain, and his face darkened a little. “What does this have to do with her?” “Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!” Colton's actions reignited the anger that had initially faded within Phillip, prompting the latter to angrily hurl his cup at him. Colton effortlessly dodged it, and the cup shattered into pieces on the ground. Phillip said angrily, “As long as I'm alive, that Larson girl will never marry into the Zeller family! Don't be foolish enough to follow in your father's footsteps.” The mention of his own father finally drew a reaction from Colton. He glanced at his grandfather and said, “I understand.” Phillip's expression finally eased a bit. After discussing some other matters, Colton left the study. After leaving the study, Colton frowned and called his assistant. “Take down the Twitter headline.” After hanging up the phone, he drove back to the mansion where he had last seen Francesca, feeling irritated all over. Upon entering the mansion, he immediately saw a woman in a white dress facing away from him. Colton didn't realize that the anxiety in his heart had subsided a bit. Instead, he remarked sarcastically, “Why are you still here?” Didn't we sign a divorce agreement? Who are you trying to impress with that tough attitude? Just then, the woman suddenly turned her head, her face full of joy as she approached him. “Colt, you're back?” “It's you?” Colton's expression darkened as he hadn't expected that the one rushing toward him would turn out to be Elsa, adorned in Francesca's dress. The white, sleeveless dress didn't quite fit Elsa, generously revealing her curves. She seemed oblivious to her ill-fitting outfit as she embraced Colton. “What's wrong? Didn't you miss me?” Elsa looked at Colton with her enchanting eyes, her fingers slowly drawing circles on the back of his neck. Colton caught a whiff of the faint fragrance emanating from her body and furrowed his brows, demanding, “Why are you wearing Francesca's dress?” Elsa's smile stiffened, and she whined, “I accidentally spilled coffee when I came in, so I just borrowed a piece of her clothing. She wouldn't be so petty about it, would she?” Watching Elsa in Francesca's white dress filled Colton with a sense of restlessness. He decided to change the subject and asked, “Where is she?” Once, he had accidentally brought home one of Elsa's lipsticks, and Francesca had made a huge fuss about it, even mentioning the incident to Phillip. How could she easily let Elsa wear her clothes this time? Chapter 4 An Unexpected Trip To The Airport Elsa withdrew her hand in a huff and grumbled, “How would I know? She wasn't here when I arrived.” Contrary to her expectations, the scene of a romantic reunion didn't unfold. Elsa's gaze dimmed with disappointment even as she leaned in to kiss Colton. An image of Francesca wearing the white dress flashed through Colton's mind. His expression shifted, and he pushed Elsa away. His rejection puzzled Elsa. “Colt?” Colton narrowed his eyes, concealing his true feelings as he said lightly, “Don't wear her clothes next time. They don't suit you.” Before Elsa could say anything more, she heard him add, “You should go back first, and we'll meet tonight at Midnight Bar.” She was stunned. To her surprise, Colton still didn't make a move on her when she was throwing herself at him. Thinking about the image she wanted to maintain in front of him, Elsa could only nod sensibly. Before leaving, she deliberately let him see the heart-shaped birthmark on her arm. Sure enough, Colton's expression instantly softened. Elsa smirked and turned to leave. The fragrance from Elsa's body was so intense that it completely overshadowed the subtle scent that originally filled the villa. With a slightly serious expression, Colton went upstairs. Inside the master bedroom, the messy quilt on the bed had yet to be tidied up. However, the divorce agreement that was carelessly thrown on the floor yesterday had already disappeared. Colton casually glanced around, scoffed, and then entered the walk-in closet. He glanced toward the section of the walk-in closet where Francesca's clothes still hung. Elsa must have taken Francesca's dress from here. I was right; Francesca was just bluffing. Colton felt extremely bored by her antics and left the master bedroom after changing his clothes. He walked too quickly and failed to notice the messy bloodstains on the bedsheet and the bank card that had fallen to the ground. Colton lounged casually on a couch at Midnight Bar, which was filled with the clamor of music and dizzying lights. Elsa, dressed in a sexy, fiery red dress, leaned against him like a delicate bird, accepting compliments from everyone around them. “Elsa seems to have become even more beautiful? Indeed, happiness does make people more radiant!” “Exactly. Not just anyone can win the Best Actress Award, at least that Beckman...” A woman unintentionally misspoke, prompting her friend to pull her back, warningly. Only then did she realize her mistake, and she hastily apologized. A hint of gloom flashed across Elsa's face, but it quickly disappeared. Pretending to be magnanimous, she said, “As long as we're enjoying our lives, there's no need to care about those unimportant people.” Charles Leigh and Jeremy Ziegler quietly approached Colton, grinning as they asked, “Colton, seeing how close you and Elsa are, does that mean good news is on the horizon?” Even though Colton was not yet divorced, everyone already assumed that it was just a matter of time before he eventually married Elsa. “Hmm?” Colton narrowed his eyes at his friends and questioned, “Are you in a hurry?” Charles said with a grin, “Haven't you always thought that the Beckman family wasn't good enough for you? Why should you suffer even longer?” Colton sneered coldly, picking up the wine glass and taking a sip. Jeremy, who was scrolling through his phone nearby, suddenly uttered a curse under his breath. “What's going on?” Charles slapped him on the back and leaned in to ask. Jeremy glanced at Colton instead and said, “I think my friend saw said Beckman at the airport.” “Who?” Colton frowned, not understanding his friend's words. “The Beckman family's eldest daughter.” Jeremy dared not say it was Colton's wife, so he could only use a vague title. Only then did Colton understand Jeremy's cryptic words. His expression turned somewhat unpleasant. “What is she doing at the airport?”( to be continue season 2)