Classic Novel
4
When Aveline arrived at the office and sat down, a colleague immediately came over and said, "Aveline, have you heard? Our company has been acquired! The person who bought it is Lucas Tudor, Frederick Tudor's third son, who mysteriously went missing."
Aveline froze. "What's his name?"
"Lucas Tudor. I saw his photo, and he's really handsome! They say he disappeared for a year and just recently returned to the Tudor family. As soon as he got back, he started making big changes to the subsidiary companies here. Our company was directly acquired. Oh my, having such a handsome man as a boss-I'd be smiling even in my dreams!"
Aveline pulled out her phone and saw the first notification: news about Lucas, a member of the Tudor family who had been missing, returning.
In the photo, the man wore a black suit, his short hair neatly parted, his features sharp and handsome, with piercing eyes that carried a cold glint. His entire demeanor exuded noble aloofness. Lucas belonged to the Tudor family, Cloudflare City's most prominent elite family!
Aveline couldn't even describe her feelings at that moment.
It felt incredibly ironic.
She should have been happy-her husband was a wealthy elite, and the big house she dreamed of was within reach.
However, she couldn't feel any joy because her wealthy elite husband wanted to divorce her.
He was going to take responsibility for another girl.
Ha!
Aveline clenched her phone, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Meeting! Meeting in the main conference room!" the manager called out loudly. Everyone grabbed their things and headed to the large conference room.
The massive room, capable of holding five hundred people, was noisy at first. However, as someone clapped their hands, the room gradually quieted down. "Now, let's welcome our new president, Lucas Tudor!"
The general manager announced excitedly. The door to the conference room opened, and a nobleman in a black suit strode in.
Seated in the back row, Aveline watched the man who appeared revitalized, sensing a newfound unfamiliarity.
His expression was cold, his voice deep and magnetic but devoid of warmth. He immediately issued various commands, making everyone dizzy.
The meeting lasted over three hours before it ended. People began to leave one by one, and Aveline got up to leave as well.
She didn't want to face him.
"Stop right there."
At that moment, a deep, magnetic voice came from behind her.
Aveline paused, turned around, and pressed her lips together before asking, "What can I do for you, Mr. Tudor?"
Her tone was distant and businesslike as if they hadn't been entwined in bed the night before.
Lucas, holding a file in his hand, glanced at her. "Come to my office."
With that, he walked away first.
Aveline took a deep breath and followed him.
Once the office door was closed, Lucas frowned at her. "Why did you tear up the agreement?"
Aveline stared at him steadily. "I haven't congratulated you yet, Mr. Tudor."
Her tone was laced with sarcasm.
She suspected he had regained his memory long ago; otherwise, he couldn't have returned to the Tudor family and started working so quickly.
He had hidden it from her.
To be precise, he had deceived her.
Lucas's handsome face showed a flicker of emotion as he gazed at her. "Ave, we have no real conflicts. Can't we part amicably?"
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Aveline suddenly became agitated, unable to hold back the tears in her eyes. "Lucas, I never thought I'd bring home a scumbag! When did you regain your memory? When did you start speaking again? As your wife, your most intimate partner, I knew nothing!"