Chapter 169
The next section laid out the child support arrangements, and Eleanor’s eyes widened when she saw the figure: three million dollars a month, to be paid by lan.
She felt both relief and disbelief, exhaling sharply before drawing in a startled breath.
lan was really offering that kind of money for child support?
Wait, what was written on the next page?
Eleanor watched as Frazier flipped through the following terms, his expression shifting to one of astonishment as he looked across the table at lan.
Eleanor frowned, too. She had insisted on leaving the marriage with nothing, so why was this man granting her so much of his wealth?
There were at least twenty pages, dense with company names, shares, and percentages-so convoluted that Eleanor couldn’t make sense of it.
Frazier suppressed his own gasp. A quick mental calculation told him that lan’s divorce settlement could launch Eleanor straight into the top ten, or maybe even top three, of Ashford City’s richest women.
“Mr. Goodwin, if you have no changes to this settlement, we’ll need some time to process it,” Frazier said coolly.
lan’s wealth had long since become impossible to estimate; outsiders could only speculate, never truly grasping its depth.
His gaze never left Eleanor, as if he had been watching her face the entire time. She met his stare, baffled by his intentions.
lan’s bloodshot eyes remained fixed on her, unreadable, hiding whatever storm brewed beneath the calm.
But he was so composed-so utterly unfazed by the divorce, as if he bore not a trace of resentment toward her.
A faint unease crept over Eleanor. She had never seen lan lose his temper, or even display genuine anger. All his intelligence and ruthlessness were cloaked in
a veneer of sophistication and charm, to the point where even she had never glimpsed his true methods.
What exactly was he planning?
“Miss Sutton, let’s go,” Frazier said gently.
Eleanor nodded, stood up without another glance at lan, and left with Frazier.
No sooner had they gone than Hugh turned to lan. “Mr. Goodwin, if you’d like, I can help you minimize p>
“I know what I’m doing. That won’t be necessary,” lan interrupted coldly, dismissing him as well.
Across the street, Eleanor and Frazier settled into a booth at a quiet café. Frazier perused the divorce agreement, then admitted, “Miss Sutton, it looks like Mr. Goodwin is giving you half his fortune p>
Eleanor’s hand froze on her coffee cup. “Why would he do that p>
Frazier gave a small, wry smile. “Maybe Mr. Goodwin still has strong feelings for you p>
Eleanor snorted. “Do you really think that’s possible? This is just his way of keeping me tied up p>
Frazier’s smile faded, replaced by a calm professionalism. “Honestly, dividing assets of this scale could take six months at best, a year or longer if things drag out p>
Eleanor’s gaze darkened. Just as she had suspected.
“Attorney Jeffries, please talk to his lawyer for me. I want this divorce finalized as quickly as possible-he can keep the settlement simple,” Eleanor said.
“Of course. I’ll let Mr. Goodwin’s attorney know your wishes. But you do have the right to marital assets under the law,” Frazier reminded her gently.
Eleanor rubbed her forehead, her voice weary. “Just do what I asked-negotiate for a quick settlement p>
Frazier nodded. “Alright. I’ll follow your instructions p>