President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

On the top floor of the Andrews Enterprise building, Nick sat behind his desk, his face still upset.

He took the time to go back to Andrews Villa, but that woman had the audacity to stand him up.

By this point, impressions that had already hit rock bottom had fallen through the center of the earth.

The office door opened and Declan walked in with a stack of papers, “President, the doctor abroad called and said that Eddison is already going through the procedures and will be able to return in about a week.”

It was too fast.

Nick raised his hand and rubbed his brow for a long time before raising his eyes faintly, “Have the lawyers draw up a new contract, Andrews Enterprise is willing to help Blackwell’s company through the second round of financing on the condition that this nominal wife accompanies me in a play.”

His tone was light, and he called her that because he didn’t even know her name.

Eddison always called her Tori.

As for whether her name was two words, or three, he wasn’t interested in finding out.

Declan nodded and immediately went to set it up.

The attorney’s contract was drawn up quickly, and in less than half an hour, it had been sent to Nick for approval.

Once he agreed, this contract was printed out and Nick signed it.

It only took forty minutes for the lawyer to take the contract to the apartment where Victoria lived.

After coming back from the studio, Victoria was worried about how to explain to Nick about the matter of divorce. If he got angry about it and as a result got more and more angry with her family, then she probably couldn’t fulfill Daniel’s expectation.

“Should I send a message to explain, or call to apologize?”

She was torn when she heard the doorbell ring.

Opening the door, she saw a man in a suit standing outside.

“Hello Ms. Andrews, this is the contract that Mr. Andrews asked me to give you, Mr. Andrews has signed it, you can read it.”

Victoria subconsciously assumed it was a divorce settlement. She took a look at it, and realized it was not.

Help Blackwell’s company through a second round of funding?

Playing lovey-dovey with Nick?

Just what she wanted.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She was all relaxed, the corners of her mouth curved, and when her eyes moved down, she saw Nick’s signature.

The force was so strong that it was evident that the signature was unwilling.

Raising an eyebrow, she reached for the pen in the foyer and was just about to sign her name next to it when she thought of something and looked up slightly, “It doesn’t seem to say anything about a deadline?”

Acting for a year or two, or five, she could live with that.

But if Nick wanted her to act for ten or twenty years, wouldn’t she be stuck with this engagement for the rest of her life?

“Old Mr. Andrews is about to return home, Mr. Andrews doesn’t want to irritate his condition, presumably when he gets better you’ll get divorced, and then if you need any other compensation….”

“No need.” Victoria didn’t need it and immediately signed her name to it without the slightest hesitation.

The lawyer was a little surprised to see her like this. He thought that maybe she hadn’t read the terms and conditions in it, so he solemnly reminded her, “Miss Blackwell, it also says in the contract that as soon as this contract is dissolved, that’s when you’ll be divorced. Do you need to mention the additional agreement that Mr. Andrews can compensate you for?”

In the back of his mind, he wondered how it was possible to be so calm about divorcing a man like Nick?

It should be pretending.

But maybe she was trying to win Nick’s favor through this tactic?

Victoria handed over the contract at that point, “That’s good enough for me. The day the contract ends is the day he and I get licensed and divorced.”

The attorney froze in place, as if in a trance, before pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, “Miss Blackwell, I suggest you make some demands.”

Such an opportunity, how could she not be at all moved by such a rare opportunity?

Since Mr. Andrews had specified conditions, she could certainly meet them, provided they were not too restrictive.

Victoria shook her head and gestured to her computer sitting on the coffee table, “I have work to do, so I won’t see you off.”

The lawyer was embarrassed and nodded quickly, “Okay, Miss Blackwell. Won’t bother you then.”

Walking out of the apartment building, he was still a little puzzled.

A lot of preparation had been done before coming there in response to Victoria’s attempt to use this opportunity to claim excess.

And Mr. Andrews himself thought so.

Unexpectedly, Miss Blackwell had no intention of retaining this marriage at all, and even felt a bit eager.

Was it hard to believe that she was the one who wanted a divorce more than anything else?