Chapter 3: Freedom? No!

After two hours, the lawyer handed over the signed divorce agreement.

After confirming that it was her handwriting, Mike threw the agreement on the table with a sullen face.

"Don't let the outsides know for now."

"Yes."

Seeing such an indifferent response, the lawyer did not dare to ask too much.

Mike blocked the news probably because one month later, the Abraham Group would go listed. Businessmen were really crafty and cold-blooded.

"Did she say anything else?"

"Well, yes..." The lawyer looked troubled. The former Mrs. Abraham really said a lot. It was just...

She was a very witty speaker and very sharp. Even he, a professional lawyer, couldn't compare to her. She was too different from her graceful appearance.

Seeing that the lawyer was in a difficult position, Mike said bluntly, "Just remove those swears and insults."

"Then there is nothing left."

Mike was speechless. No wonder he sneezed so many times just now. She must felt greatly satisfied after scolding him.

"By the way, she asked me to give this to you."

He spread out the paper handed by the lawyer. The beautiful handwriting on it was as gentle as the woman had indicated. Only the harsh brush showed a little stubbornness.

This was a delicate menu written by hand.

Chicken breast, marinated filet mignon, fish rolls, and all kinds of pasta...

It was densely covered with words, and he seemed to be able to see the fridge that was stuffed full.

It was in order, from dessert to staple food, according to the preservation time. It could be seen that she had put in a lot of effort. All of these were his favorite meals.

At the bottom corner was the message she wrote.

The humility between the lines made him very angry. Behind all this fake affection was her request-help the Lauren Group.

It was the damn Lauren Group again!

Just as Mike was about to tear up this damn menu in anger, he saw a paragraph on the back.

Compared to the front words which were written sure strokes, this handwriting was much more unrestrained. The words between the lines were like flowing water. If he was not familiar with her, he might not recognize this was her handwriting.

It read, "For Scum Mike..." Seeing this, Mike twitched his mouth.

She called him this behind his back?

He continued reading, "The menu in the front was written by me the day before yesterday. In order to do those, I spent three days without sleep. Just to please you, the biggest scum in the world. But now, I threw them all into the trash can. Without the cooking I made for you, I think you might suffer from stomach ache again."

"I really feel "sorry" for you when I think of the scene of you looking for stomach medicine in the middle of the night. I am going to eat three big bowls of noodles to celebrate, for that I finally don't need to be at your side and get my freedom."

"Goodbye. No, I will never see you again. Farewell, hypocritical and pretentious Mr. Abraham!"

At the bottom was a naughty face.

Mike looked at the "touching" message without any expression.

The lawyer was frightened. He accidentally glanced at the letter and was scared out of his wits.

She was so bold... Was she really not afraid of Mr. Abraham's revenge? He showed no mercy to his enemies. Those who were tortured by him might amount to hundreds of thousands...

Thinking of what Mike might react, the lawyer was afraid of being implicated. He could not wait to leave. Before leaving, he asked boldly.

"I will go to the United States now. You and Ms. Lauren registered abroad. I promise to solve your problem within three days. This marriage will end soon." With such efficiency, he should get a promotion raise, right?

You are reading story Pampered by the Demon at novel35.com

The lawyer tried to please him, but instead, he only got a cold glare from Mike.

The lawyer was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.

"Get out."

The lawyer did not know where Mike's anger came from and could fetch for the agreement with shaking hands. It was needed to finally get the things down.

Mike pressed hard on the agreement with his slender and beautiful hands to stop the lawyer. He said coldly, his eyes carrying ultimate malice.

"Get out of here!"

The lawyer ran away and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He couldn't help but think of a very profound question.

If Mr. Abraham won't let go of Ms. Lauren even they both signed the divorce agreement, how should he handle the divorce case?

After driving the lawyer away, Mike looked at the cold lunchbox on the table and lost his appetite.

He grabbed the note Scarlett left and looked at it. He ignored those flattering words in the front and focused on those words that showed no respect to him, his eyes softening.

He called back home, and the butler answered the phone with respect.

"Mr. Abraham."

"Did she leave?"

"Yes. As the wet nurse who raised you, please allow me to say a few words. Scarlett is really good. She doesn't put on airs in front of us servants. You have really gone too far this time. Although there is an economic problem in her family, I can't stand you chasing her away like this!"

Only the butler would dare to speak to Mike like this. If it was someone else, they would have died three times already.

Mike quietly listened to her. He did not answer her directly. Instead, he asked.

"She threw the food away?"

"Yes, but not all of them. I saved the rest and put them in the refrigerator." As a wet nurse who had served Mike for more than twenty years, she knew best about his preferences for food. Her heart broke when she saw Scarlett throw the food.

Mike claimed that he had no special requirements for food and refused to admit that he was a foodie.

But all the chefs who had served him knew that Mr. Abraham was difficult to serve.

He didn't eat food from Michelin Restaurant, nor did he like food that was too sweet, too salty, or too spicy. He even didn't cast a glance at those well-acclaimed restaurants.

He was picky about food but insisted saying that he was not.

Every time the chef at home handed him a new week's menu and asked him to take a look, he would always casually say a word.

Whatever.

Mike's temper was even more unreasonable in front of food. A moment ago, he said "whatever", but the next moment, he would throw his bowl in anger and ask people to get out of the way.

Because of this, the hunters found it very hard to find a man to take the job of the head chef position.

The monthly salary was generous, but still, they couldn't find a suitable employee. This kind of predicament only ended after Mike got married. The butler, as the one who was most loyal to Mike, so tried hard to save the dishes because that was the only food Mike would bear to it!

Mike smiled at the butler's reply and his mood instantly became a little better.

He hung up the phone and looked at the grimace Scarlett drew as if he could feel her happiness when she signed.

Mike decided to get someone to send over some of the food she made now. The more he was kept from eating, the more he wanted to eat!

Not see him again? He sneered and dialed a number.

"How's the acquisition of the Lauren Group? Work hard to make it done."

"Scarlett, there will be ample time."

You can find story with these keywords: Pampered by the Demon, Read Pampered by the Demon, Pampered by the Demon novel, Pampered by the Demon book, Pampered by the Demon story, Pampered by the Demon full, Pampered by the Demon Latest Chapter