Chapter 2 Are You a Lawyer?
She wasn’t foolish. Every clause in the agreement favored Thomas and served no purpose for her.
Even this three-year marriage couldn’t be mentioned after the divorce.
She would still be the unseen Mrs. Zimmerman.
And after three years of marriage, Charlotte wouldn’t receive any of Thomas’ assets.
But Charlotte didn’t mind.
Thomas had been generous enough. He gave her enough cash and two villas. With that, Charlotte was already a millionaire in Javerton.
She quickly signed the divorce agreement.
Avery frowned in confusion.
He couldn’t tell whether Charlotte was truly noble or just pretending to be reserved. The traps in this agreement were obvious to anyone with some sense, but Charlotte signed it without hesitation.
Avery felt a pang of sympathy. “Mrs. Zimmerman, do you have any other requests? I’ll mention anything reasonable to Mr. Thomas.”
After all, a day of marriage carried more weight than even the greatest of kindnesses. Thomas wouldn’t have turned it down.
Moreover, with so many harsh terms, they probably expected Charlotte to be upset and cause a scene, but instead, she remained calm and unfazed.
To Thomas, ten million in cash and two villas were pocket change, something he could give away with his eyes closed.
Yet, Charlotte listened to Avery and actually gave it some thought.
Avery felt he had misjudged her.
He instinctively looked at the glass behind him, knowing Thomas was there. While they couldn’t see him, Thomas could clearly see everything happening in the room.
“There is,” Charlotte replied crisply.
“Go ahead.” Avery nodded.
“I’d like to take the kissing gouramis in the apartment. I bought it three years ago,” Charlotte said.
Avery was dumbfounded. “Just that?”
“Yes,” Charlotte confirmed.
She then stood, smiling as she handed the document back to Avery. “Mr. Avery, my paperwork is signed. Thank you for your hard work. Just let me know when you’ve finished with the rest, and I’ll come in to complete the divorce procedure.”
With that, Charlotte nodded and left, walking out briskly.
Avery stood in silence, unsure if Charlotte felt genuinely relieved after signing the papers.
After she left, the office door suddenly opened.
A tall figure stepped out, dressed in a formal black suit.
The top two buttons of his white shirt were casually undone, his Adam’s apple bobbed, exuding both chastity and sensuality. His sharply defined facial features and deep-set eyes made a striking impression.
It was Thomas.
But it was the dark expression on his face that made people instinctively step back.
Avery hesitantly spoke, “Mr. Thomas.”
Without saying a word, Thomas walked straight in the direction Charlotte had gone.
This wasn’t the first time Thomas had seen Charlotte. Over the past three years, Thomas had encountered Charlotte several times, though she had never known.
Charlotte had always been good at keeping Jos happy.
The usually aloof Jos had been highly satisfied with Charlotte.
In Thomas’s eyes, Charlotte had taken quite a few benefits from Jos.
He couldn’t believe that a woman so focused on money could remain so calm and detached during the divorce.
He kept thinking about uncovering the false mask Charlotte had put on.
…
When Charlotte left the law firm, she noticed it had started to rain in Javerton.
She felt a bit frustrated. Suddenly, an umbrella appeared behind her.
Charlotte froze for a moment.
Thomas took the initiative. “I saw you coming out of Mr. Avery’s office and figured you must be an acquaintance.”
“Are you a lawyer at the firm too?” Charlotte asked instinctively.
“Sort of,” Thomas replied after a moment of thought. “Where are you headed? I can give you a ride.”
Charlotte glanced at the rain, which seemed to be getting heavier.
She smiled at Thomas. “It’s fine, I’ll just take a taxi.”
There was no need to accept favors from someone she wasn’t close to.
Thomas paused, clearly surprised by Charlotte’s rejection.
However, he remained calm on the surface and didn’t push the matter further, simply standing still.
Charlotte looked at Thomas, a bit surprised.
“It’s raining, and you don’t have an umbrella. I’ll wait until you get a taxi, then I’ll leave,” Thomas explained softly when Charlotte looked at him.
Charlotte had a baby face. Her large eyes were lively, almost as if they could speak, and her long lashes fluttered slightly.
Her face wasn’t the sharp, trendy look of today’s influencers, but a rounded, full oval.
Her red lips parted and closed, naturally stunning, and her skin was fair with a healthy, rosy glow.
Her shoulder-length, youthful bob complemented her outfit of light blue jeans, a white shirt, sneakers, and a backpack slung over her shoulder.
For a moment, Thomas felt as though he were speaking to someone much younger.
How old is she? She must be 24 by now.
However, Charlotte didn’t notice Thomas’ brief lapse in focus and instead stared at her phone screen, slightly frustrated.
In Javerton, getting a taxi in the rain was nearly impossible.
