Chapter 975

“Madeline and I aren’t what you think,” Felix denied once again.

In the past, he never bothered explaining these things, feeling it was unnecessary.

But after this long cold war, he belatedly realized that she seemed to truly mind Madeline’s existence.

“Stop!” Claire’s patience wore thin.

She let him in to discuss the divorce, not his precious Madeline.

“Our topic today is strictly the divorce. If you bring up anything else, get out right now.”

Seeing her unyielding attitude, Felix felt a lump of frustration lodged in his chest. After cooling off for so long, she still wanted a divorce?

His eyes darkened intensely. “I promised you before, as long as we don’t divorce, you can name your terms. That promise still stands.”

Claire couldn’t understand.

Why?

Why was he so unwilling to divorce?

A surge of irritation rose within her, her expression turning ice-cold.

“Also, the shares I offered you… I can add another five percent. Ten percent of the Quigley Group. Think it over carefully.”

Ten percent of the Quigley Group…

That was indeed the utmost sincerity he could offer.

It took Felix three years working at the bottom of the Quigley Group, proving himself with solid results, to earn five percent of the shares.

It wasn’t until he agreed to marry her that his grandfather transferred the remaining forty-six percent to him.

Share percentages were crucial to the controller of a corporation.

So initially, Felix had only offered three.

When he increased it to five, it was already a risk.

If she took that five percent and allied with other shareholders, he could lose his

voice on the board of directors.

Now, he was offering ten percent.

That wasn’t a risk anymore; it was a desperate gamble.

Unfortunately.

He misunderstood one crucial detail.

She didn’t care about money.

She was completely alone—what did she need all that money for?

She wasn’t like Noreen, who loved the sense of accomplishment that came from making money grow.

To her, a sum of money and a massive fortune were just cold numbers in a bank account.

So she rejected it immediately. “No

need to think about it. Can

my answer right now”

She looked at him, her gaze calm and detached. “I want a divorce.”

“You…”

Before Felix could flare up, the phone in his jacket rang.

Ah, Madeline again.

The custom ringtone he had set.

Because she had heard it so many times, it was a conditioned reflex for Claire.

Felix didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his phone and answered it.

Walking toward the door as he spoke.

“I stepped out to handle something. I’ll be back soon.”

“How could forget? I’ve already specialist for you. H

your eyes at noon venet

She couldn’t hear the rest.

Claire subconsciously looked down at her injured knee.

A silent laugh escaped her.

A moment later, Felix returned, his

expression visibly brighter than before. “I have an urgent matter to handle

“Oh.”

Claire wasn’t surprised at all.

Not a single muscle in her face twitched; she remained as placid as ever.

Felix stared at her. “Think carefully about my proposal.”

With that, he didn’t even wait for her reply and left directly.

It was obvious he was in a rush.

Just like every other time he was called away by Madeline.

Anything involving Madeline was always his top priority, never delayed.