Chapter 239

I casually said this, which greatly surprised Melany. “Oh my God, in this world, perhaps only you dared to call him a madman,” she exclaimed.

The elevator doors opened, revealing the cafeteria on the third floor. Many company employees meant meals were served in batches; this one was for those on floors 20 through 29. I walked out with Melany, who clung to my arm, seeming curious about me and Reynaldo.

She asked, with a puzzled expression, “Speaking of which, Mr. Humphrey is wealthy and handsome. How could you bear to divorce him?”

I replied indifferently, “What’s to hesitate about? If it’s not suitable, just leave.”

Melany chuckled, “Huh~~ Esmeralda, stop pretending to be tough. They all say Mr. Humphrey dumped you after he became successful. But there’s nothing embarrassing about it. People like Mr. Humphrey, even if they discarded a goddess, it would be normal, let alone us ordinary people. So, just openly say you were dumped by Mr. Humphrey; I won’t laugh at you.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded absentmindedly. Reynaldo was now, in their minds, a god-like presence.

Melany continued, “But you’re so silly! When he wanted a divorce, why didn’t you ask for a separation fee? You see how rich he is! We should have demanded tens of millions before agreeing to a divorce. You used to work so hard and rely on him—how unfair!”

“If it were me,” she added, “I wouldn’t agree to a divorce for just a few million dollars.”

I smiled and said, half-seriously, half-jokingly, “Yes, you’re right. Oh dear, I suddenly regret it so much. If only I had asked him for a few billion back then.”

“Is that so? Are you regretting it?” she asked.

As I finished speaking, a chilly voice drifted from behind. Melany and I widened our eyes. Melany looked at me in horror. “No way! Mr. Humphrey is behind us?” she whispered.

I thought it impossible. After all, hadn’t Reynaldo gone out to eat with Kimberly? And besides, he's the esteemed CEO; he wouldn't come to this employee cafeteria, would he? But the voice, distinctly cool, was clearly Reynaldo’s.

Melany was stiff, her hand on my arm trembling slightly. “What, what should I do?” she whispered.

Chapter 239

Melany whispered to me, “This, this doesn’t seem appropriate. He just seemed to be asking you something.”

“It’s okay,” I said, “let’s pretend we didn’t hear anything.”

As I pulled Melany toward the cafeteria, a tall figure—Reynaldo—blocked our path. His face was gloomy, his whole body exuding hostility. Terrified, Melany broke free and ran away. I watched her go, silently. Reynaldo was terrifying, but not to this extent.

“Are you regretting it?” he asked.

I glanced at him. “What?”

This man is so fickle. This morning, he told me to “get lost,” but now he's stopping me to talk. I have no idea what he wants.

“Do you regret getting divorced?” he pressed.

“Huh? No, I didn’t regret divorcing, you know,” I replied, confused. When did I say I regretted it? I only told Melany I regretted not asking for alimony.

Chapter 239

Changing concepts isn’t done like this.

Reynaldo approached, his black eyes fixed on me. Kimberly, beside him, tugged his arm, whispering, “Reynaldo, let’s go eat, I’m so hungry.” He seemed not to hear her. He stared, as if trying to see through me.

“If that divorce agreement were presented to you again, would you still sign it?” he asked.

“Why didn’t you sign?” I instinctively replied.

His face darkened. I didn’t dare say, “But before signing, I would definitely ask you for some separation fee.”

He laughed coldly. “Indeed, I should not have had any illusions about you.”

I furrowed my brow, puzzled. What does that mean? What illusions did he have about me?