Fated to the Recluse CEO

"Ma'am, are you really going to divorce Mr. Roberts?" asked Alex Brown, the butler of the Roberts family, as he looked at the divorce agreement before him, his face showing a hint of dismay.

Scarlett Wallace nodded and replied gently, "Yes, Alex. I've made up my mind. Please deliver this paper to—"

Scarlett paused, realizing she hadn't seen her nominal husband since their wedding. It had been a year, and she had even forgotten his name. She smiled awkwardly at Alex and continued, "Please deliver it to Mr. Roberts."

Alex was about to urge Scarlett to reconsider, but when he saw the resolute determination in her gentle eyes, he changed his mind and accepted the divorce agreement.

Somehow, he couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic.

He sighed softly and said, "Please take care of yourself."

Scarlett nodded with a smile. As she walked out of the mansion with her suitcase in tow, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Perhaps, compared to continuing this in-name-only marriage, divorce was the better choice for her.

From this point on, she was embarking on a new chapter in her life.

The twilight sky gradually shifted from a dark orange hue to darkness, but the Roberts Group's headquarters remained brightly illuminated.

The door to the top-floor meeting room swung open, and Elias Roberts, having just concluded a meeting, emerged.

Jude Green, his assistant, followed closely, ready to brief him on the next agenda.

"Mr. Roberts, there's a video conference in half an hour. Additionally, Mr. Kyle Wright has arranged a party to celebrate your return."

"Decline it," Elias interjected in an indifferent tone.

Jude lowered his head and replied, "Yes, sir."

After a brief pause, he hesitated. "Mr. Roberts, there's one more thing—"

Elias abruptly halted and cast a grave look at Jude. His deep voice turned icy. "Since when did you become so hesitant in your speech?"

Jude quickly continued, "Alex called and informed me that your wife has prepared the divorce agreement and has signed it."

He lowered his gaze, avoiding eye contact with Elias, feeling a bit anxious about mentioning that woman in front of him.

The atmosphere hung heavy for a moment. Just when Jude thought Elias wouldn't address the matter, he heard a chilling snort.

Jude had been working for Elias for years and knew that such a snort from Elias was rare and only occurred when he was in a particularly foul mood.

Realizing this, Jude broke into a cold sweat.

Elias raised his gaze and said expressionlessly, "Send me the agreement."

Jude nodded quickly, saying, "Yes, sir."