Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom
Chapter 162

162 Divorce papers

Maverick, on the other hand, was staring at the document that was brought to him by Yellow. At the lower part of the document was a bold signature.

"Who got her the papers?" His sharp and unfriendly eyes looked at Yellow who had her head down.

"I'm sorry, boss, she made me do it."

Maverick picked up a lighter from the center table and clicked it. He raised the divorce papers and lit the edge. Slowly, he watched the paper burn and turned to ashes.

"The next time you go for such errands..." he clicked the lighter and watched as the blue flame popped up. He slowly raised his eyes and rested his gaze on Yellow for a few moments before he released the lighter and the flame disappeared.

"I'm sorry, boss, such a mistake won't happen again," Yellow promised.

"Leave,"

Yellow bowed before leaving.

After she left, Maverick stared at the ashes on the table before his lips curled into a smile that didn't look like one.

That night, Maverick arrived at Vipers club and was ushered into a private room where he was supposed to meet up with a few important figures.

It was a known fact that Maverick doesn't attend to clients by himself. If he ever sees a client, it means that the person is more powerful than he is.

Sitting in the gathering of a middle-aged man and one young man. Although they are way more powerful than him, Maverick didn't show cowardice nor bowed his head for any reason. His pride was still hovering around his head and at the moment, he was twirling a glass of crystal white wine in his fingers.

"Chaos, that was uncalled for. The brotherhood is not happy. Psycho is still healing and for that, his task has been pending. It's all because of your Shananigan!" Maverick glanced at the young man who spoke and rested his back on the couch lazily without answering. He looked arrogant and high up in the clouds.

"This attitude of yours won't help you against the Brotherhood! Better tune it down else you'll force our hands!" The young man spoke irritatedly.

Maverick took a sip of his drink without caring about the people in front of him. It felt like they weren't there. His posture looked relaxed and it was clear that he didn't give a shit about the speaker: "Judge, sit down." A middle-aged man said before he turned to look at Maverick. "Maverick, for hindering the brotherhood's business, you are to take over what Damien used to do. The brotherhood already has a place for you, it's just for you to-"

"Did you call me here for this?" Maverick finally spoke.

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"Is that your priority?!"

"That's not the case."

Judge and the middle-aged man spoke at once.

Maverick raised a brow at the two and curled his lips in a mocking smile. "Your brotherhood must be delusional." He got up and was about to leave when Judge blocked his path.

"Maverick! You can't be so disrespectful to the brotherhood. You should be happy they care about you. It's better you return or face the consequences of being so stubborn!"

"You are?" Maverick looked at Judge condescendingly. "No one, except he who's courting death, blocks my path. Be warned." Maverick side-stepped and walked out, leaving the two men in the room. "Judge, you are going overboard. You should know your place."

"Elder 2, how could you say that? By the way, why is he so important? There are lots of people who want to take that spot. Why is it still being kept for an ungrateful person like him?"

"Until the day you become as useful as he is, you should learn to show him respect. You should go and calm your hot head. I'll be here, entertaining a guest."

Judge took a deep breath before heading out of the room after bowing.

Jeslyn and the others were seen in a private room. Jeslyn was sitting beside Celestine, Ruben was sitting beside a woman, likewise, the sexy-looking Lolita who had on a smile.

Everyone was busy doing their thing. Lolita was interacting with her eyes and smiling lips, Ruben was, giving the vibe of an aloof CEO, causing the woman he was sitting with to almost drool. Ruben was totally different from the nerd everyone knew and it impressed Celestine greatly.

Jeslyn on the other hand, although she didn't say, or do anything, was undoubtedly the most gorgeous lady in the room. Her right leg was crossed over the other and the slit on her white gown was revealing her smooth, straight, and clean legs.

The men and women in the room couldn't stop stealing gazes at her. However, Jeslyn looked distant. She was only occasionally sipping her drink without care.

"Ms. Celestine, your students are indeed outstanding I'll be willing to sponsor their debut on the condition that Ms. Rossa have a dance with me." A young man said with a smile.

"Mr. Stanley, I brought my students out to have some fresh air and not to entertain investors. I hope you don't go beyond your initial thought." Celestine smiled with meaning. "Definitely, Ms. Celestine. It's just a dance but if Ms. Rossa chose to be my woman after that, there won't be a problem, right?" Mr. Stanley asked.

"Of course, there is a problem. My students can't have boyfriends while they are just starting. You should know how it works."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Celestine. I get it now. I'll wait for Ms. Rossa. Whenever she's ready."

"That would be my student's decision to make. But since you have requested a dance, then let's head

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to the dance floor."

The group of seven headed to the dance floor.

The floor was empty, so Celestine asked for cool music to be played.

"Ms. Rossa, may I have this dance?" Mr. Stanley asked.

Jeslyn didn't respond and just placed her hand in his stretched-out hand. The two got on stage and started to dance in sync with the song

It was a relaxing and loving dance. No fierce movement, no abominable act. It was clear that Mr. Stanley was respectful to Jeslyn.