Chapter 88

Daphne had been unwilling to get a divorce, but Wikoan had finally convinced her. She wondered if he was manipulating her, hoping something new would sway her decision. However, when she finally agreed, he didn't show up. The problem was the money.

Wilson looked at his watch. The meeting was about to start. He said peremptorily, "I'll have a lawyer draft new divorce papers and contact you. Once finalized, we can apply for it again at the courthouse."

"Fine," she replied. "I know you're busy, but I'm not exactly free either. Don't waste my time again!"

"You're the only one who has to work," she added. "This is the last time, Wilson. I hope you keep your word."

She left angrily. She couldn't cause a scene for too long; otherwise, a reporter might take a photo, leading to another online debacle.

Lately, things hadn't been going to plan. She'd sent Wendy to find a site for their new company. Wendy returned with good news. Previously, Lilana had suggested her father's suitable office for Dupline. However, Dupline declined. It was better to use a professional. Wendy had checked out Lilana's suggestion and several backup options. Most were eliminated due to location. "Daphne," Wendy said, pointing to a floor plan, "Ms. Tucker's recommendation is nice. It's not too isolated, but not in the city center either. The cost isn't too high. Since we're an entertainment agency, our office location is less important."

They arrived at the office ten minutes later. The location wasn't far from the city, but as it was a newly developed area, there weren't many surrounding buildings.

While Wendy spoke to the agent, Daphne looked around. Each floor had the same spacious layout. She envisioned how she'd divide and renovate it. Of all the buildings she'd seen, this was her favorite.

"Daphne, the price is around $200,000 to buy," Wendy said. "To build, it would cost tens of millions."

Daphne didn't mind buying, but she was short on cash. "Let's rent first," she decided.

The agent, unaccustomed to such a straightforward tenant, smiled brightly. After they agreed on terms, most of the day was over.

The next day, while signing papers, Daphne and Wendy unexpectedly ran into people Daphne disliked: Yvonne and Wilson.

"Oh, Wilson, isn't a personal office a bit much? I'm new in the industry; many experienced actors don't have their own offices," Yvonne said coyly. Her voice sounded affected to Daphne.

Wilson's tone was calm but determined. "You were tricked by your previous manager. We need a better team. It'll be better if we change companies."

"Alright. You're the boss!" Yvonne agreed.

Dupline felt conflicted, wondering why she kept running into them and if they'd planted a tracking device. Yvonne's wrist wound was still bandaged.

James Lemmington, the property manager, greeted them warmly. "Welcome, Mr. Farrell and Ms. Smith!" Daphne sensed this wasn't their first visit.

Yvonne, not seeing Daphne, smiled. "Mr. Lemmington, is the seventh floor available? Seven is my lucky number."

James apologetically pointed at Daphne. "I'm sorry, Ms. Smith, but Ms. Yeager has already booked that floor. Would you like to see others?"