Robert listened to Michelle attentively. She had once vented to him about having to take care of Richard a few days after returning from the movie tour. However, her current level of annoyance, which she kept barely hidden, suggested she had reached her limit.


    "I understand you," he said.


    "I want a divorce," she suddenly said, which had Robert stare at her with shock written on his face.


    "You want a divorce already? That would be possible but difficult," he mumbled, already thinking of ways to get it done.


    Michelle was his princess, and he was willing to fulfill all her heart desires.


    "Richard is making things worse by calling me names. I can’t live in that mansion anymore, father. I want to leave as soon as possible, but I’m still married to Richard," she exined.


    It’s been almost two years since the swap at the city hall. It was obvious Xavier wasn’t going to sign the divorce papers so that they could both get married as nned at the beginning. He also didn’t seem to mind being married to an already deceased Anastasia.


    Then Selene had toe and take her opportunity by being his girlfriend.


    "It’s a good thing that you came here before I went to the rk building," said Robert.


    Michelle frowned before her eyes lit up in excitement. "Are you finally going to execute the n?" She asked him.


    "I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I believe it’s finally time I pay Jeffery rk a visit," he responded.


    He pulled out a drawer and took out a document. He stared at the document with a malicious smirk ying on his lips.


    "I’ll set a little condition if they want their daughter back," he added.


    "But Dad, are you sure that’s going to work? There’s no Anastasia, she’s no longer alive. If they find out that she’s already dead, the rk aren’t going to take things easy with you," Michelle reminded.


    She was excited about her father’s new n, but the rks were not people to be messed with and get away with it so easily. They were just as powerful and dangerous as the Wace family, but surprisingly, the two families once got along and then never did.


    The city had been curious to know what had caused the two families to part, but no one could find out why. The rk and Wace family had always been secretive with their private matters, never letting the media find out anything until now.


    "I’d already thought about that," Robert responded, opening the file to make sure it was still intact. He had gotten it printed a long time ago, waiting for when he would use it. It seemed it was finally time and he couldn’t wait any longer. "After this document is signed, I will tell them the second condition. When that’s fulfilled, I will announce to them that Anastasia is already dead. It’s not a lie after all so they wouldn’t think I’m trying to keep the girl all to myself."


    "But what if they ask for her body?" Michelle asked.


    "I will tell them it was lost," he shrugged, not caring about the exnation he would have to provideter when the rk had performed their end of the bargain. "I will think about all thatter, but right now..." he looked at Michelle with a stoic expression before a grin stretched on his lips. "How would you like to be Mrs. Michelle rk?"


    Michelle returned the smirk. "That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all, Dad."


    After his talk with Michelle, Robert left the Harrison building and headed to the rkpany.


    He went to the receptionist who had just finished a phone call.


    "Do you have an appointment, sir?" She asked him.


    He shook his head.


    "I would like to speak to Jeffery rk regarding Ava rk. It’s very important," he replied with a smile on his lips.


    The receptionist recognized him to be the CEO of the Harrison group ofpanies, but she had never seen him around before.


    "I’m sorry sir, but you will have to make an appointment first," she responded.


    "That’s understandable. You can make a phone call to Jeffery rk immediately to get permission to let me in," he suggested the smile still on his lips.


    The receptionist regarded Robert for a few seconds before she took the telephone and made a phone call.


    In a spacious office filled with stacks of files and adorned with formal interior decorations sat a middle-aged man.


    His blue eyes red at the telephone ringing.


    "Hello?"


    The receptionist exined the situation from the ground floor. The moment she mentioned the familiar name "Ava rk," Jeffery froze in shock.