Chapter 11

No way! This couldn't be happening! Yasmin was spoiled and arrogant; Caleb had always disliked her. They had been married for three years and barely spent any time together. There was no way Caleb had suddenly fallen for her. Veronica's heart pounded. The pain in her ankle intensified as she forced a smile. "But…aren't you and Yasmin getting divorced?"

"Who told you that?" Caleb looked up, his gaze icy.

"I-I heard it from Yasmin… and didn't she tell you today to have your lawyer contact her?" Veronica stammered, bewildered by Caleb's annoyance. "Yasmin has always been a little fickle. Even in high school, she was always exchanging love letters with different boys… But of course, that was a long time ago." Impatiently, she asked, "Caleb, when are you two planning to get…"

"No," Caleb answered simply, rising to leave. "We're not divorcing. Get some rest."

Veronica lay dejected on the hospital bed, staring at his retreating figure in shock. The world assumed Caleb liked her, but in all these years, she had never heard him say so.

Harris waited outside the hospital. Caleb slid into the car. "Didn't I tell you to take Yasmin home?"

"Uh… Mrs. Grant said she's not living in Longview Bay anymore. She went back to her own apartment."

"Was she angry when you saw her?"

"She seemed very angry."

"At me for staying with Veronica?" Caleb frowned, recalling Yasmin's comment about her disgust.

Harris shook his head. "No… She was mad that I cut off her car."

Caleb fell silent. Harris thought, Mrs. Grant also said she doesn't want you anymore, but chose to keep that to himself. He'd rather lose his bonus than be dragged into his employer's family drama. "Mr. Grant, the board is still waiting. Should we head back now?" He noted Caleb had been gone over two hours; the board would be displeased.

Caleb hummed in acknowledgment. "Cancel the shipping contract with the Whitmore family."

Harris nearly choked. "Cancel it? Got it." That contract was practically free money for Logan. What had the Whitmores done?

"One more thing," Harris said, starting the Maybach. "Mrs. Grant is interning at Golden Concord Law Firm. Their firm won the bid for our Mayford Acquisition case. Next week, their team will be stationed at our offices for due diligence."

Golden Concord was a top firm, a training ground for elite lawyers.

"They're assigning interns to this case?" Caleb asked casually.

Harris, as CEO's assistant, usually wouldn't concern himself with such details. However, he answered confidently, "Of course. It's a major case, but it's standard to involve interns for training."

Caleb didn't pursue it. He transferred a five-figure sum to Jeremy. Jeremy replied, "Thanks for the pocket money! I'll keep sending you inside info!"

Caleb's arrival at the Whitmore estate wasn't for Veronica; Jeremy had called: "Caleb, Yasmin's about to get screwed over at my house!"

Yasmin was blindsided by her assignment to the Mayford Acquisition project, Golden Concord's biggest case. The partners handpicked the team, and every member had signed NDAs a week ago.

"Some young women really think they can just flirt their way into anything," the project manager muttered, heading to the client's office. "An intern on this level of a project? It's ridiculous!"

Edward Sullivan, a rigid man in his early thirties, was meticulously dressed and humorless. Yasmin, staring out the window, pretended not to hear. She'd been personally chosen; her record was impeccable. She had nothing to be ashamed of!

She didn't know the client until their vehicle pulled up to Grant Tower. She remembered Caleb discussing work on the phone—Grant Group was acquiring Mayford Acquisition. Her client was Caleb!

"Yasmin, what are you daydreaming about? First time stepping into a big corporate HQ? Don't make our firm look unprofessional!" Edward snapped.

"I'm sorry," Yasmin apologized, lowering her head. She wouldn't argue. Grant Group was massive, Caleb was always busy; the chances of meeting him were slim. Few executives knew what Mrs. Grant looked like.

She barely finished that thought when executives emerged from the building. Caleb, surrounded by his team, was at the center. He wore a custom-tailored ash-gray suit and a deep navy tie—the one she'd bought him at Cabrid University.

"Mr. Grant, these are the Golden Concord lawyers assigned to the project. They'll be stationed at our offices starting today," an executive explained. "Mr. Sullivan, this is Mr. Grant, our CEO."

Edward offered a flattering smile, reaching for a handshake. Before he could, Caleb's gaze landed on Yasmin. She kept her gaze lowered.

"Mr. Grant, this is one of our junior team members, Yasmin Whitmore," Edward introduced, tugging her sleeve. "Yasmin, greet Mr. Grant."

Harris winced. He glanced at Caleb; his expression had darkened.

Yasmin reluctantly looked up, meeting Caleb's gaze. She looked calm, almost challenging him. Caleb's lips curved; he arched a brow.

Yasmin said, "Wasn't it you who said 'Until your lawyer contacts me, we have no reason to meet'?" His reaction left her speechless.