Divorcing The CEO: The Hidden Genius Awakens

n River penthouse apartment in Manhattan where Genevra had returned late last night. Dressed i

sekeeper loyal to the Crosby family for decades, walked in carrying an e

y gala tonight," Mrs. Gable said, crossing her arms and lifting her chin

a had posted on Instagram last week, down to the embroidery on the bodice-a classic dirty

own, and dropped it straight into the large shredder bin besi

, then burst int

You're just a housewife who climbed up through di

by the New York County Supreme Court and a termination notice from

attered onto the floor, clearly showing that the so

bezzlement," Genevra said, pressing the speakerphone button on her desk phone. "Security, clear this w

Mrs. Gable's face turned ghostly white. She collapsed to the fl

ase, went downstairs to her car, and drove straight to the m

the Human Resources department on the forty-fifth floor. Inside the glass-wall

slapped a formal Resignation and

rocess my

icked up the paper with her long nails

nk NexaCorp is a place you c

, and the thirty-day notice period is up," Genevra said, l

the resignation letter into a ball

u dare talk to me about the law? As long as I don't sign, you'll never

es stopped typing, pointing and whispering ab

open. Wearing a dark gray three-piece custom suit,

ray eyes swept the room before locking o

an aggrieved face and g

ompany first thing in the morning demanding

etter from the edge of the trash can, and smoothed it out slowly with his

evra, dark anger ch

go where? To Ez

s nothing to do with Mr. Crosby," Genev

ryce ripped the resignation letter in half right in front

nt, your contract includes a non-compete clause and a key-position lock. Without

antly while the employees out

orn paper and curved he

regret tearing

department, her high heels clicking sharply against the