I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

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urst out of me as I took in the

and our employees take care of these orders. But if the jewelr

assistant. It had been included in the preference space for it to 'stand o

assistant that placed the order, but I was sure the order was on behalf of Mark. There w

whistling, "Time to ma

reread the last phrase. My grin widene

d. "Awww," I cooed, wiping the fake tears trying to escape my eyes

n order from Mark. I was ready to make a fortun

chair, I couldn't help but notice the clean, expensive paint o

n in my long absence, Grace didn't fail to keep this place running. She efficiently handled the two businesses all by

the perfect time to also gift her a piece of specially made je

welries added to the pending order

ion gift, Mark's and Grace's. The latter's Jewelry stood out. Then I designed a 3D jewelry model for all of

pieces. For a brief second, I reclined in my chair, my

strode to the workshop. I got greetings from the wor

ropriate uniform

t off my face and turned off the machine.

l bottle of water and guzzled almost half of it. It was already dar

always get carried away whe

ired what I had designed. I smiled, a foreign yet familiar sense of accomplish

ted the rest too. I stacked them safely in

he lights in the control room then headed for the door and

and my bag landed on the floor with a thud from my hand

dne

my legs almost gave as

She was grinning widely, the excitement wafting off her in many folds. "

ook my hands and drag

mbled on as I locked the door. "And guess what? He's Italian." She literal

locking the door, "I came back specifically

ment just because she saw a handsome Italian guy? B

me

ght your outfits so we won't have to waste time goi

she brought to the air. I didn't think I

ook good on y

ont seat. Then she faced th

kseat and put on the simple cute tank top she brought with it. I sprayed the perfume

ut on the black heels I had wor

ghts slightly concealing the carefree occupants of the bar a

he music as we stepped in. Grace wa

outed, "I ca

shout so she could hea

t she still l

Then I threw my hands in the air, "Italian dude or not," I w

the air too. We both danced our way to the dance floor

eld mine above my head as I swayed

on a nearby table. Soon, the DJ changed beats and

nd my face. I could hear Grace's giggles as she w

too. I let go of all the stiffness I had gotten accus

us. Some people had stood aside to watch us w

dom. I couldn't believe I let go of all

mine. I flinched when she screamed in my ear. "

hed as she hurrie

on the dance floor as I da

of eyes digging holes on my back. I didn't notice on time that the guy I was dancing

ed when I noticed,

at something behind me. The people a

followed their line of

ng fingers wrapped around my wrist an

d to wrench my hands from the bas

op

ously low and calm, contrasti

y eyes clashed with Mark's burnin