Chapter 974

But she waited and waited.

The food went cold, was reheated, and went cold again.

From evening to late night, he never showed up.

In the end, all the food she had painstakingly prepared went to the stray dogs in the neighborhood.

Her devotion, in the end, was fed to the dogs.

There were too many things that crushed a marriage.

Her wholehearted love had been extinguished countless times, never to burn again.

Those cufflinks were later tossed into her walk-in closet.

Even she had forgotten about them.

She hadn’t expected Felix to dig them out and wear them.

How baffling.

Just like his behavior today.

Madeline had posted plenty of these subtly boastful relationship posts before, and Claire had never cared.

But this time, she took a screenshot and sent it to Coley, asking if it could be used as evidence of his infidelity.

Coley replied the next morning.

He said as evidence, it was too vague, and Madeline hadn’t named anyone, so a pair of cufflinks wasn’t enough for a conclusion.

True.

Even if they were caught in the same frame, it didn’t prove anything.

They knew each other, and if both denied it, combined with the Quigley Group’s legal team, the evidence would easily be overturned.

The only way was catching them in bed.

Frustrated, she tossed her phone aside and lay back on the bed, exhaling heavily.

Just then, a knock came at the door.

Assuming it was Sandra, she padded barefoot to answer it.

The moment she saw the face outside, she reacted quickly, trying to slam the door shut.

But she was a step too slow.

Felix jammed his elbow against the doorframe. “I need to talk to you.”

“I don’t have time!” Claire refused flatly.

“Aren’t we talking about the divorce?”

That worked. As long as it was about the divorce, she was available twenty- four/seven.

So she let him in.

As the door closed, she didn’t notice the tall figure at the end of the hallway. Wilbur had brought breakfast for Claire, only to see Felix showing up at her door. And she let him in without a second thought.

Wilbur stood in place for a few seconds before turning back toward the elevator.

As he passed a trash can, he tossed the breakfast he had driven forty minutes to buy right into it.

Inside the room.

Claire didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Spit it out. What exactly will it take for you to agree to a divorce?”

This man had a lot of energy.

He took care of his little childhood

etheart all night and still h

to come talk divorceet

early

the morning.

Maybe the little sweetheart whispered in his ear, making him this impatient?

If so, she really needed to thank Madeline.

Felix ignored her words, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something.

“Stop looking, I didn’t hide a man in here.”

Even if I did, I wouldn’t let you know.

Claire muttered internally.

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Hindsight.

Useless now.

“Thanks to you, Mr. Quigley, I’m not dead. Maybe you didn’t do enough good deeds

in your past life to get what you wanted.”

She spoke with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

Felix frowned, his tone instinctively demanding, “What do you mean, get what I

wanted? Can you stop speaking so…”

“Am I wrong?” Claire cut him off. She

was smiling, but the smile was unsettling if soraething happened, to me, you could legally marry Madeline.”