Chapter 337

“Yes, sir,” Joe responded.

The board members, who had threatened Juan with resignation, nearly collapsed. They had forgotten the steely resolve and power Juan once wielded; his recent nonchalance had lulled them into a false sense of security.

“Sir, are you sure about letting them resign?” Joe asked cautiously. “They are all senior board members, after all.”

Juan’s expression remained impassive. “I want to send a clear message to my grandmother. No matter how far her influence reaches, it stops at the company’s door—and mine.”

“Understood, sir.” Joe nodded, knowing better than to argue.

Juan pulled out a card and handed it to Joe. “This should cover everything. I need some time to myself.”

Joe hesitated. “Sir, while the construction site issues have been resolved, there’s still the matter of Mrs. Nichols.” He paused, bracing himself for Juan’s glare. “Mrs. Nichols keeps sending divorce papers daily. We can’t keep ignoring them.”

“Arrange a meeting with her tonight.”

“But Mrs. Nichols Sr. insisted that you return home tonight.”

“This is my family and my company; I make the rules.”

“Yes, sir.”

As the sun began to set, Sheila had prepared an elaborate dinner, eagerly awaiting Juan’s return. When a car pulled up outside the house at seven o’clock, she rushed to the door, only to find the driver stepping out alone.

“Where’s Juan? Why hasn’t he come back?” she asked.

The driver replied, “Mr. Nichols has other plans for the evening. He asked me to inform Mrs. Nichols Sr. and you not to wait for him for dinner.”

“Do you know where he’s going?”

“He mentioned a business discussion with Mrs. Nichols.”

A wave of jealousy surged through Sheila, and she tightened her grip on the door. Despite everything Debra has done, Juan still cares so much about her.

“Do you know which restaurant?”

“I think it’s the Emerald Hotel.”

“A hotel?”

Sheila’s mind flashed with images of Juan and Debra together in a hotel room.

She told the driver, “I just remembered I have an urgent matter to discuss with Juan. Take me to the Emerald Hotel immediately.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” replied the driver.

Sheila pressed some cash into his hand, and the driver reluctantly agreed.

Juan secured a window-side table at the Emerald Hotel’s restaurant. The location offered a clear view of the Frazier Entertainment office building, allowing him to spot Debra as soon as she arrived.

He found himself wondering why he had never given her the attention she deserved. He wondered if treating her better after their marriage would have led to a happier ending.

Joe approached the table and said, “Sir, Mrs. Nichols has arrived.”

Debra entered the restaurant, her elegant dress and cool demeanor a stark contrast to the woman Juan remembered. She met his gaze with a polite smile, taking a seat across from him. “Are you ready to sign the divorce papers?”