She Returns As A Billionairess

She Returns As A Billionairess By Fiona Jaramillo Chapter 5

Chapter 5 I Don’t Want Anything

Please Bookmark This website.. i will upload daily latest Chapter .. Thanks Cecilia did not dare to say anything more.

Hendry looked through the papers with an ugly expression.

“Hendry?” Cecilia said tentatively. “Is it money that she wants?”

Hendry pursed his lips. The terms were pretty straightforward. Kaylah practically didn’t ask for

anything.

Cecilia saw Hendry’s expression and became more determined. “What did I say? A woman like her marries you because of your money. Seeing that you love Alondra so much, she knows that she doesn’t stand a chance. That’s why she wants to divorce you. You cannot let her get her way!”

Kaylah figured that Hendry would sign. After all, her offer was so tempting.

To her surprise, just as she returned home, she received a call from the lawyer.

“Ms. Delgado, I will discuss the details of the divorce with you on behalf of Mr. Lowery.”

“What’s there to talk about?”

The lawyer held the phone and looked at the man beside him tentatively. “Ms. Delgado, Mr. Lowery novelbin

has prepared 5 million dollars in cash and a property for you as divorce compensation.”

Kaylah sneered, “Is he crazy or what? I made it very clear in the agreement that I didn’t want anything from the Lowery family.”

The lawyer had never seen such an absurd divorce case in his entire career. Among all the cases he took, the party demanding the divorce always asked for money from the other party. Yet now, the man insisted on giving money to his wife, while she was so determined to say no.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he continued, “It’s in the prenup. Ms. Delgado, you’re

obligated to accept it.”

“No.” Kaylah decisively hung up the phone.

During the past few years living in the Lowery’s place, she was Hendry’s wife in name only. In fact,

she was more like a maid.

She was rich and did not want Hendry’s money. If she took his money, she would be no different from a maid. The money would be like her salary. In such a way, Hendry and his family might think that they did not owe her anymore.

She hung up the phone and picked up the car key.

She agreed with Aryan yesterday to go to the company to familiarize herself with the business today.

Walking into the garage, Kaylah took a deep breath. That was how her life should have been.

The cars in the 6,500 square feet underground parking lot were all part of Zion’s collections over the years. The car key in Kaylah’s hands was handed over to her this morning.

While chatting with Zion yesterday, she praised how beautiful the new Aston Martin at the car exhibition was. And today, she had one.

Kaylah arrived at the ZiKay Building.

She got out of the car, threw the key to the doorman to park the car, and strode in.

“Hey! You! Who are you? What’s your business here?”

As soon as she entered the hall, someone stopped her.

“I’m here to see Aryan,” Kaylah said as she lowered her sunglasses.

The receptionist sized Kaylah up. The clothes Kaylah was wearing did not even have any labels, so the receptionist figured that they mustn’t have been from some famous brand. Seeing how casual Kaylah was, the receptionist pulled a long face and said, “Come here.”

Kaylah walked to the reception desk and saw two receptionists with heavy makeup. The woman who stopped her threw a notebook at Kaylah. “Register.”

Kaylah felt a little strange. She thought, why does the ZiKay Group use such a primitive way as their registration? I don’t think the clients’ information can be guaranteed in such a way.

Kaylah finished the registration, and the receptionist took the notebook and the pen away rudely.” Then she pointed to the sofa in the corner and said, “Sit over there and wait.”

Turning around, Kaylah saw a row of women in short skirts sitting on the sofa. They looked either pure or wild, and all of them were staring at the elevator that was exclusive for the CEO eagerly.

Kaylah was dumbfounded. She thought, I know that Aryan has been kind of a playboy for the past few years, but still, this is a bit too much, isn’t it?

I get it now. The receptionist thinks I am one of them.

Kaylah sneered, “I have something to talk to Aryan about. It’s business. Nothing else,” Kaylah explained patiently.

“Yeah, right. Just go there and wait,” the receptionist said impatiently.

Kaylah was good-natured. However, she still found it hard to endure anymore. She dialed a number and said, “Get your ass down here!”