Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 707:

After studying Shelly’s taste, Yvonne pointed at the jewelry and deliberately picked two pieces she found appealing. Leif swallowed hard, his nerves spiking at the uncanny similarity between Yvonne’s choices and Shelly’s preferences. Nearly every piece Yvonne selected happened to be among Shelly’s favorites.

“Finished?” Norton asked, his voice unreadable.

“Mm-hmm,” Yvonne hummed lazily.noveldrama

She had deliberately taken every piece Shelly adored, leaving the rest untouched—because, in her opinion, that was the greater insult. Shelly liked to act sweet and innocent, so Yvonne had no problem playing along. She had all the time in the world.

“Leif, get someone to pack her things,” Norton instructed coolly.

Yvonne shot up from her seat, anger flashing in her eyes. “Norton, who gave you the right to touch my things?”

“You’ve picked your gifts, now it’s time to come home,” he stated firmly.

“Says who?” Yvonne twirled her wine glass, taking a slow sip before replying with deliberate ease. “I accepted the gifts, sure. But I never once agreed to go back for your grandpa’s birthday.”

“Are you messing with me?” Norton’s patience was wearing thin.

“Don’t make it sound so dramatic. These jewels were bought with our shared marital assets. What’s wrong with a wife taking a few things her husband paid for? Besides, I didn’t take everything. I left some for your confidantes, didn’t I?”

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Hearing that, Norton clenched his jaw and forced himself to stay calm.

“Fine. Name your price—what will it take to get you to come home?”

Yvonne sipped her wine, flashing a bright smile. “I want the advertising manager position at your company.” Her request was clear and straight to the point.

Before Norton could reply, his phone rang. His grandfather’s sharp voice came through. “Norton, is Yvonne with you? Listen carefully—if she’s not here on my birthday, don’t even think about coming home.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll bring her back.”

His grandfather let out a disapproving snort. “You’d better.”

“Trust me.”

Yvonne’s lips curved into a sly smile as she quickly picked up her phone and typed a message to Edmond. “I can’t thank you enough. You’re truly the greatest support I could ever have.” She sent the message and waited for Norton’s reply.

As expected, he sighed and gave in. “Alright, fine.”

Yvonne stretched with a lazy yawn. “Great, then we’ll leave tomorrow. It’s late, and I need to sleep.”

Norton eyed her wine and steak, then casually took a seat across from her.

Yvonne frowned. “What are you doing?”

“It’s no fun eating alone. I’ll keep you company.”

“No thanks, I enjoy my own company.”

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