Divorce is the Best Choice novel (Sarah and Jason)
Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Jason Knew it

He took a look. It was Jason.

He didn't care at first. After all, even Chris was his brother, he had no intention of answering the phone.

But after the first call, it rang again.

Chris said that his boss never called someone twice. If he did, it meant the matter was urgent.

Think twice.

Considering about how much Chris loved his job, so he answered it.

"Hello." Sivan's voice was cold. Even though he had drunk so much, he was not even drunk at the moment.

Jason frowned.

He guessed at the first time: "Sivan?"

"It's me." Sivan was as cold as ever.

Jason had a bad feeling.

When he got off work in the afternoon, he knew that Chris had an appointment with Sivan. At that time, he didn't think much about it, but he just realized that Sivan had not made an appointment with Chris since he had been in New York for so long. How could it be so coincidental?

Thinking it over and over again.

He speculated that Sivan may be trying to trap Chris, so he called to remind him not to get drunk.

It seemed that the call was still late.

Knowing that, Jason, who had returned home, still stood by the window and asked, "Where is Chris?"

"He's drunk."

They suddenly felt silent.

Jason and Chris were always reticent.

Two mum people meant silence. According to their personality, this call should be cut off immediately.

But neither of them did so, just kept the phone on call.

They were very clear that they had not finished talking.

Not knowing how long it took.

Jason's words came from his mobile phone. Although he was wondering, he was sure: "Do you make the appointment to drag the secret out of Chris?" "Yes." Sivan didn't hide it.

"Does he say that?"

"Yes."

Jason pinched her eyebrows.

Chris was a reliable person, otherwise he would not have stayed with him as his special assistant.

After working around him for so many years, Chris basically did not make mistakes in his work, and never been trapped.

But now.

Jason's heart sank.

He knew that even if Chris was drunk, ordinary people could not get anything from him. The reason why he was tricked by Sivan was that he believed in Sivan.

"Make a price." Jason said after a moment of deep consideration. He didn't like this way. "Forget what Chris told you just now."

"One billion dollars."

"Yes."

"Ten billion."

"I haven't so much liquid capital, but I can give you investment products such as stock and fund." Jason did not hesitate.

He didn't want Sarah to know that.

If Sarah knew that, her personality would make she only think he was meddlesome and tear up the agreement.

He didn't want to prove anything, but he also knew that Sarah did not lack anything. She boasted love and money. Money was the only thing he could do for her. Sivan didn't expect that he would agree so simply: "Do you think Sarah will have a change of heart if you do this?"

"No." Jason denied it.

During the period from divorce to grandpa's birthday party, he tried.

He also knew that no matter what he did, Sarah would never have a change of heart. Just as they said, she would not regret her decision. "What conditions did you talk to Sarah's grandpa about?" Sivan didn't seem to be a special assistant at the moment, and he was very indifferent. Jason's deep eyes narrowed.

Did this Sarah's fake pursuers and subordinates meddle too much?

"It's none of your business." Jason didn't tell him. "We'd better talk about the terms first. What did you want?"

"No," Sivan refused.

Jason became cold, and the sense of oppression was also transmitted through his mobile phone: "I suggest that you should receive."

"I said no," Sivan said again, "I won't tell Sarah what you did."

Jason was amazed.

He didn't think that an ordinary worker could refuse the temptation of one billion dollars. Even if he was Sarah's special assistant in Yeats Group, he won't make much money. A billion will save him from hard struggle and effort in his life.

"I have to take care of Chris. I won't talk to you. Sivan looked at Chris, who frowned on the bed, and knew that he was uncomfortable after drinking too much.

Jason:"..."

He found himself unable to see through the man.

"By the way." Sivan said suddenly.

Jason said, "What?"

"Chris asks for leave tomorrow." Sivan's voice was very cold. "He's drunk and can't go to work tomorrow."

Jason:"..."

He hung up decisively.

This Sivan... who was he.

Sivan put Chris's mobile phone on the bedside table. Seeing Chris frowning, he threw him in the bathroom.

As a friend, Sivan was really considerate.

He bought a suit of clothes for Chris, cleaned him up and threw him on the bed. Then he went to wash and sleep.

One bed for each person.

The next morning.

Chris felt a little headache when he woke up.

He rubbed his head before he sat up. When he saw that he was wearing a hotel nightgown, he paused.

"I've asked for leave for you." Sivan had been sitting there for a long time in his clothes and explain to Chris, "You don't have to go to work today. But I'll go to work."

"My boss didn't say anything?" Chris was more concerned about this problem.

He didn't care about that he and throw into the bath and his clothes were changed after he was drunk. Anyway, they had known each other for so long, and this kind of thing had become commonplace. They were all men, and he didn't care.

No." Sivan thought for a moment. Jason did not say anything about Chris's leave, but hung up the phone.

Chris was relieved.

Just as he was going to let Sivan go, he suddenly thought of what happened last night and immediately said, "Wait."

Sivan:"?"

"You haven't answered my question last night. Who is the person you secretly love? What's her name?" Chris asked very directly and wanted to gossip about Sivan.

Sivan was silent.

How did he answer that?

He had drunk all night. How can he even remember what happened last night?

"Nobody." Sivan finally gave a vague answer.

Chris knew he couldn't get anything from him. He didn't drag it out of Sivan when he was drunk, and now he can't, so he didn't say much.

"How did we get back?" Chris looked at the environment and the new clothes on the bedside table, more or less confused.

He was drunk last night.

Sivan was already drunk ahead of him.

It shouldn't be this.

"When the staff of the bar called me at 2:00 in the morning, I woke up." Sivan said nonsense seriously, but his cold face was highly reliable. "I brought you here."