Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Her eyes widened in shock. "Are going to be that harsh?"

"Yes," I replied succinctly with a straight face.

Since they now seemed to underestimate Grace and not give her the regard that she deserved, I was now the only one fit to put them in their places and majorly lead the company.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

A ping sounded from my laptop. The details of the employee has been sent.

Without wasting time, I forwarded the detail to the legal department and gave firm instructions for them to instantly file a compensation lawsuit against the employee.

"I get that you want to put these shareholders in their place," Grace started, her words coming out slower as she seemed to carefully choose them. "But isn't that too harsh? You know they were clearly offended in the boardroom. It was why they dared to threaten to pull out. And now you're laying off their people." She paused. "What if they retaliate?" Her eyes wide widened as she edged closer, "What if they actually pull out? Aren't you bothered that they really might pull out? Those men invest a lot in our company, you know," she raised a brow and reclined back in her seat. I suggest you take this slow, Sydney." fully turned to her. "At this point, I doubt there's anything to be afraid of," I told her calmly, "Luxe vogue is on the verge of sinking. Our sweat and hardwork is on the verge of going down the drain!" I leaned forward and shrugged. "If I was scared of their retaliation, I wouldn't have called the meeting." I sat back. I prefer to cut the Gordian knot. I have never been a person who hesitates and you know that. I won't change my decisions because I'm scared of what they'd do. We have to let them see that we still know how to wield our power, then they'd behave and not blindly and dumbly do things that will bring destruction to the company," I bit out, suddenly feeling my anger boiling up again.

Grace clapsed her hand and raised it up then she closed her eyes. "Thank you, God. Thank you so much for bringing back my Sydney. I'll forever be grateful."

I smacked her on her arm, laughing. "Don't be silly."

She opened her eyes and gave me thumbs up. "You are the real Sydney. Not the one that stayed married to Mark."

Well, I'm still married to him, I thought solemnly.

"Get out!" I laughed and she did too. Then she hugged my head to her stomach on her way out. Remember, don't be too hard on yourself, okay?"

I nodded. "Yes mum."

After she left, I Immediately went back to work, partly because I didn't want to think about the issue of our financial status or the fact that I had to stay longer with Mark. And mainly because, now that Luxe vogue was in crisis, I would have to work even harder on Atelier Studios so I can quickly raise a million dollars for Mark.

I added the finishing touches to the jewelry pieces I had been working on before I paid a visit to the accountant and found out about the huge mishap. I laid them down for my assistant to encase in their designated boxes and then I took out Mark's jewelry pleces order that I was already working on.

I brought out the sapphire necklace and gold bracelet and worked on it for a bit. Then I put it aside again.

I would only need to work on it one more time and it would be ready.

The thing about making jewelries was that you had to take your time in making them. If they're rushed, they might look good but they'd, in some way, lose their shape and sparkle. And that thing that make them stand out will be gone.

By the time I finally finished the design drawings for more orders, it was already late at night. I thought of staying back and working till dawn but I quickly decided against it. Right now, I needed all the rest I could salvage.

Bregrudgingly, I drove back to Mark's residence. As I drove, I wished I hadn't agreed to remain in his place until I've paid him the damned breakup f*e.

As I stepped through the doorway, I squinted my eyes at the dimly lit room, my feet hit something as I closed the door. I pushed harder on the door as it wasn't shutting, what hit my feet must have gotten stuck in between, I thought.

Then I ruffled through my bag to bring out my phone so I could make use of its flashlight. As I did so, a sudden hard force blindsided me causing a scream to erupt in my throat as it crashed into my side and sent me sprawling onto the sofa and my bag flying into the air.

I flailed my arms, my heart ramming against my chest as their weight knocked the breath out of me. Thankfully, I had been able to get a hold of my phone. I fumbled with it and turned on the flashlight then I shone the light on my assailer's face.

Mark was grinning at me, his dark eyes were glassy with inebriation. I scrunched my nose when he opened his mouth to speak, his breath heavy with the stench of alcohol. "Hello wifey."