Chapter 42 No More ying Nice


    Chapter <b>42 </b>No More ying Nice


    Joanne was dumbfounded.


    Graduated from the National Defense Academy? Top science scorer in all of Corvessia?


    That was… Chloe?


    Impossible!


    How could the Chloe she’d always thought of as worthless possibly be that capable?


    “Y–You’re making that up!” Joanne stammered in disbelief.


    “You can ask Curtis. He knows about this too.” Lena sneered.


    Joanne turned to Curtis, and when she saw him remain silent, she realized Lena must be telling the truth.


    But what shocked most people more than Chloe’s education was the fact that she was only asking for


    153 million dors in the divorce!


    Curtis had never disclosed the exact figure, so everyone had assumed Chloe was after a massive payout.


    Those who’d thought she was greedy now started to think she was actually being shortchanged. By normal divorce standards, she could have imed at least half of Curtis’s wealth.


    “Curtis, you can take the patent. All I want is the 153 million dors we agreed on,” Chloe said, her gaze


    steady.


    Curtis, burning with shame and anger under the weight of so many eyes, snapped, “Chloe, it’s not like I’m refusing to give it to you. Once my equity unlocks, you’ll get your money. Why do you have to keep pressing me like this?”


    “Pressing you?” Chloe gave a coldugh and suddenly pulled out a stack of documents. “Here are two years‘ worth of transactions from your personal ount.


    “Just the jewelry you bought for Sonya amounts to over 20 pieces and is worth around 500 million dors. And <i>now </i>you want to tell me you don’t have the money to pay me 153 million?”


    Curtis‘ face darkened, but before he could stop her, Chloe raised her hand and scattered the papers into


    the crowd.


    Among them were <i>not </i>only ount statements but also photos of each piece of jewelry Curtis had bought for Sonya, with their prices clearlybeled.


    And the ne and earrings Sonya was wearing today were right there in those photos. Together, they


    were worth over 100 million dors.


    The crowd’s eyes turned toward Sonya, and some began whispering.


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    Her face drained of color as she frantically tore off her earrings and ne.


    She’d chosen those particr pieces today because they were among the most expensive ones that Curtis had given her. She’d wanted to unt her elegance and make Chloe look shabby.


    But now, the jewelry burned like hot coals in her hands.


    “Ms. Miller, is it true Mr. Green gave you all these expensive gifts?”


    “Are the pieces you’re wearing today also from Mr. Green?”


    “Do these gifts carry any special meaning?”


    The reporters closest to Sonya crowded forward, microphones in hand.


    Flustered and pale under the shing cameras, Sonya stammered, “They’re… t–they’re just gifts from Mr.


    Green as a friend. Nothing more.”


    “Friends, huh…” Ethan drawledzily. “Curtis must be one hell of a friend. He won’t spare his wife 153 million dors as a divorce settlement, but he’ll spend 500 million dors on jewelry for you.”


    Sonya’s face flushed red with shame. She wanted to argue but didn’t know what to say.


    Another reporter turned on Curtis. “Mr. Green, did the 500 million dors for jewelrye from investor


    funds? Just now, you imed all your money had been reinvested into thepany. Was that statement


    false?”


    Curtis‘ expression went nk. “That money had nothing to do with thepany. I have never used a


    single dor from investments for personal expenses.”


    If it were proven that he had, no investor would ever put money into Green Tech again.


    “Then why would you spend 500 million dors on jewelry for Ms. Miller but refuse to pay 153 million


    dors for a divorce settlement?” the reporter pressed.


    Curtis was speechless.


    At that moment, Joanne suddenly piped up. “That’s because Chloe cheated! That’s why Curtis doesn’t


    want to pay!”


    The room buzzed with shock.


    Joanne continued, “And I have proof! The man she cheated with is… him!”


    She jabbed a finger at Ethan.


    The proof she held up was photos of Ethan and Chloe drinking and eating skewers together.


    Chloe narrowed her eyes. Those were from the previous night on Lena’s terrace. The shots had been carefully framed to include only her and Ethan, conveniently cropping Lena out.


    One photo even showed Ethan leaning on her shoulder while she held his waist.


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    That was the moment she’d been trying to help a very drunk Ethan into the house.


    “See? Chloe cheated with her boy toy. She’s the one at fault here!” Joanne dered smugly. “Curtis is being generous just by offering her equity. If you ask me, a woman like her should walk away with nothing!


    “Bullshit! What cheating? I was there too!” Lena snapped.


    “You’ll say anything to cover for her. Don’t bother with such obvious lies.” Joanne scoffed. <fnca28> Content originallyes from find~novel</fnca28>


    “That was my house!” Lena shot back. “Think before you lie! The three of us were drinking together. Chloe


    was just helping Ethan into a room. And afterward, Ethan’s uncle came to pick him up! Even if you want to


    frame someone, you should at least use your brain!”


    “You’re her friend; of course you’d say that. Chloe cheated on Curtis with her boy toy, and you’re just


    covering for them,” Joanne insisted.


    Lena’s eyes zed with fury. She was about to lunge forward and beat Joanne up when Ethan stopped


    her.


    “Boy toy?” Ethan let out a sharpugh. His dark, narrow eyes locked onto Joanne as though she was dead


    meat.


    A shiver raced down Joanne’s spine.


    Those who knew what a tyrant Ethan was could only look at her with pity. She had no idea the danger she’d just invited.


    “Will you take responsibility for what you just said?” Ethan asked coldly.


    Joanne forced herself to sound tough. “Why not? The photos clearly show Chloe is cheating with you!”


    “Defamation carries a maximum sentence of three years in prison.” Ethan sneered. “The person who


    came to get mest night was my uncle, Attorney Thomas Earlhart. Mr. Earlhart can testify that Lena was present the whole time. Or are you saying he’s lying too?”


    Thomas Earlhart was the most renownedwyer in all of Corvessia.


    Joanne had heard his name when she was detained not long ago. She’d even hoped to hire him to defend her and Helen, only to be t–<i>out </i>rejected.


    “You want to nder us for adultery with nothing but a few cropped photos? Do I look like someone who would y the other man?” Ethan said, stepping toward Joanne slowly until he loomed over her.