Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason)
Chapter 462

Chapter 462 Abandonment

Irene sat in the car. She was very confused and didn't understand what her grandfather was doing.

At that ****, the assistant's cell phone rang. He looked down at the phone and said with a trembling. voice, "Ms. Wade, the company has sent you an email."

Irene got alert. Her eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and her pupils contracted as she looked at the

assistant's phone screen. "For what?"

She knew that the email was sent according to her grandfather's order because only Brady had the right to

send such an email other than her.

The email stated that due to a personnel transition, her position was now vacant and all her duties were

being taken over by her deputy.

But why?

She had only been kicked out of the City Hall for a short time, and already Brady knew all about it and made

all the preparations.

When she got home, she couldn't wait to see her grandfather. But Clara stopped her, "Ms. Wade, Mr. Wade is in the middle of something. You'd better wait for him. After all, I guess he doesn't want to see you yet."

"Where is grandpa?" she asked.

Clara didn't hide the answer from Irene and pointed to the study. "He's in the study now."

Irene went up the stairs and walked to the study, ignoring Clara's objection. She knocked on the door.

"Grandpa, it's me."

The door didn't open, and no one spoke.

Not giving up, she continued knocking, but the response was still silence. She tried to open the door by twisting the handle, but unfortunately, the door was locked.

Tears slid down her face as Irene choked out, "Grandpa, I know I've let you down again, but I've worked so

hard to help the Wade Group develop."

She cried about her contributions and hard work. Suddenly, the door opened. She dried her tears, walked into the study, and locked the door behind her.

"Grandpa."

Brady was sitting at his desk writing a sentence repeatedly: One must endure.

"Don't talk," Brady said coldly.

Irene didn't dare to speak. She stood quietly beside her grandfather, waiting for him to finish writing.

She stood for an hour, and during that time the floor of the study was covered with paper on which was

written: "One must endure".

"How did you feel during the hour you just spent?" Brady asked.

"Nervous, worried, scared, headache," Irene said honestly.

Brady laughed, "It's only been an hour, and you can barely hold on. It was never the future of the Wade Group you were worried about, but the possibility that Manuel might give up on you.” Irene pursed her lips, not daring to talk back, for she knew what Brady said was right.

Instead of an answer, Irene asked a question, "Grandpa, you've decided to abandon me, haven't you?"

She asked the question in the form of a statement.

She held back this question from the ***she was driven away until the tormented hour she had just spent. Now she finally asked it out loud.

Brady turned his back on her. "Didn't you already see my answer?"

Irene smiled to herself. How could she forget that Brady wouldn't leave any sign that he'd been personally involved?

The email she'd received had explained most of her doubts, and the general message was that the Wade Group was giving up on her.

She slowly squeezed out a smile. "Grandpa, I know, but I won't give up."

At the entrance of the City Hall.

Matteo looked behind him with the papers he had just signed and saw Manuel coming down the stairs. slowly. "How do you like to thank me?" "Why should I thank you?" Matteo raised an eyebrow.

"Thank me for letting you have the partnership."

Matteo sneered, "I earned this partnership. Do you have anything to do with it?"

Manuel smiled and said, "Mr. Easton, you can't just burn a bridge after crossing a river."

Matteo's face turned grim. He said quietly, "Are we pushing Irene too hard? People like her never leave any

room for maneuver. Her determination is beyond you and me."

This was Irene's way of doing things.

"What are you so scared of her for?" Manuel asked.

Matteo narrowed his eyes and looked away. "It's not like she hasn't done bad things. You remember how vicious she is, right?"

***memories instantly flooded Manuel's mind, sending chills through his body for a ****. The tragic images resurfaced in front of his eyes and stung his nerves. His expression was gloomy, and even his voice became deeper. "How dare I forget? I was worse than dead for days after the incident."

By judging Manuel's expression, Matteo knew he hadn't forgotten. Neither of them had forgotten that kind of

humiliation.

"We are about to see her suffer the same punishment with our own eyes," Manuel said once again. Matteo was a little nervous. "I have a bad feeling about this. I'll keep Aisy at home for the next few days."

"I will send more people to your place."

Matteo did not refute and agreed.

In the top suite of the Fog Isle Hotel.

"Mr. Hume." The woman opened her petite ***in surprise, replaceing it hard to understand what he had just

said.

Daniel looked at her with a smile. A glimmer of sharpness flashed through his eyes. "What's wrong? Don't you

want to go?"

The woman was instantly frightened and shivered. She hurriedly approached with flattery. "Mr. Hume, don't make fun of me. How dare I disobey you?"

Daniel threw back his head and laughed. He hooked her chin and leaned over. "You make me look like a

tyrant who would ***at the drop of a hat. Baby, am I that scary?"

He didn't wait for the woman to respond before he let her go and left.

The woman looked at his back and subconsciously sighed in relief.

Given her social status, she would never be able to contend against a plutocrat like Daniel.

Daniel would ***her as easily as stepping on an ant.

The driver ***them to the entrance of Sapphire with little effort.

After getting out of the car, Daniel gestured to the driver, and then opened the back seat door in a gentlemanly manner, slightly bending down and extending his left hand inside the car.

A tender woman's hand reached out from the car and gently rested on his.

Daniel took her hand and dragged her into his arms, intimately wrapping his arm around her waist.

He then strutted into the bar with the woman.

The woman felt a little uncomfortable with the hustle and bustle, but since her hands were restrained by Daniel, she could only grit her teeth and be silent.

She was led to the bar.

The bartender was mixing drinks and didn't look surprised to see them, but instead greeted Daniel eagerly, "Daniel, when did you get a new girlfriend?"

Daniel twirled his black card with his fingertips. His lips pursed in a contemptuous curve. "When I want to."

The bartender smiled as well, "Same as always?"

Daniel propped his head on his hands in a languid posture. His tone was also indistinct against the sound of the frantic music. "She'll have a ***Mary."

The bartender tossed two glasses into the air and caught them in one gorgeous motion. " One ***

please."

The woman, afraid of saying anything wrong, remained silent.