Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

After ensuring that Richie had been taken away, I called a mini meeting with all of the employees and gave a stern warning to all of them. If they knew they weren't ready to work then they had better turn in their resignation letters. Since I wasn't stuck in a marriage anymore, the era where there was no strict and consistent supervision was now history. Then I instructed the HR team to start to carry out the recruitment process from within the company for the most suitable person to occupy Richie's position.

After the meeting, I rushed to the hospital. It was finally the day Grace would get discharged. Finally, she would get out of that uncomfortable hospital bed.

On my way out, I met with the head of security and instructed him to still keep the place tightly secure. Who knows how many of Bran's type Richie had?

I drove to the hospital, getting some groceries and veggies on the way so that I would make some home cooked meals for Grace. She has had enough of those hospital meals. She needs something specially made for her. I also got some good wine to celebrate my divorce with Mark. It would have been way fun to go to a bar, probably visit Luigi's bar but I couldn't risk it with Grace's health.

When I got to the hospital, I made sure to find a good parking spot close to the entrance of the hospital so that Grace wouldn't have to walk too much before she reached the car.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I made my way inside. I returned the smile the receptionist threw at me, "Hello." Then I walked to Gran's ward. My steps slowed and my brows creased as I took in the people by her ward. There was an average sized man dressed in a suit, his face morphed in a sneer as his gaze fell from one part of the hospital interior to another in a condescending manner. Behind him were two hefty men in a spandex t- shirt that clung to their muscled shirts and their butts were clad in equally tight slacks. The expressions on their faces would scare anyone from approaching them but they were standing where they shouldn't, someone had to stand up to them.

"Excuse me, who are you and why are you huddled here? There are seats in the reception area where you can simply wait. Your presence here would be disturbing the patients." I blurted out, my brows furrowing even more. And why would the doctor's allow them to just stay before a ward like this? My gaze shifted from them to the door. I hoped Grace was fine.

The man in suit seemed to be the one in lead. He stepped forward and the two burly men behind him mirrored his movement. The man took his time to eye me from my head to my toes and back up again. "We're not just huddled here. We are here to visit Miss Grace."

I looked them up and down just like the man did to me now. None of their faces looked familiar so what business do they have with Grace? Did Joel and Sandra send them to finish the job they started? Or perhaps, I lifted one of my brows, they were government officials? Had Sandra run to report to daddy?

"And you are?"

He blatantly ignored my question, acting as though whatever I had to say was irrelevant. "We got information that this is the ward where she was admitted but they would not let us in without her her guardian?" guardian's permission." His gaze went up and down my body again, "Perhaps, you are

I am, I answered in a clipped tone. He could ask me questions but he wouldn't even answer mine. "Okay that's good then." Then he smoothed his hands over his jacket and smiled, forcibly, the corners of

After ensuring that Richie had been taken away, I called a mini meeting with all of the employees and gave a stern warning to all of them. If they knew they weren't ready to work then they had better turn in their resignation letters. Since I wasn't stuck in a marriage anymore, the era where there was no strict and consistent supervision was now history. Then I instructed the HR team to start to carry out the recruitment process from within the company for the most suitable person to occupy Richie's position.

After the meeting. I rushed to the hospital. It was finally the day Grace would get discharged. Finally, she would get out of that uncomfortable hospital bed.

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out, I met with the head of security and instructed him to still keep the place tightly secure. Who knows how many of Bran's type Richie had?

I drove to the hospital, getting some groceries and veggies on the way so that I would make some home cooked meals for Grace. She has had enough of those hospital meals. She needs something specially made forher. I also got some good wine to celebrate my divorce with Mark. It would have been way fun to go to a bar, probably visit Luigi's bar but I couldn't risk it with Grace's health.

When I got to the hospital, I made sure to find a good parking spot close to the entrance of the hospital

that Grace wouldn't have to walk too much before she reached the car.

I made my way inside. I returned the smile the receptionist threw at me, "Hello." Then I walked to Grace s ward. My steps slowed and my brows creased as I took in the people by her ward. There was an average sized man dressed in a suit, his face morphed in a sneer as his gaze fell from one part of the hospital interior to another in a condescending manner. Behind him were two hefty men in a spandex t- shirt that clung to their muscled shirts and their butts were clad in equally tight slacks. The expressions on their faces would scare anyone from approaching them but they were standing where they shouldn't, someone had to stand up to them.

"Excuse me, who are you and why are you huddled here? There are seats in the reception area where you can simply wait. Your presence here would be disturbing the patients." I blurted out,my brows furrowing even more. And why would the doctor's allow them to just stay before a ward like this? My gaze shifted from them to the door. I hoped Grace was fine.

The man in suit seemed to be the one in lead. He stepped forward and the two burly men behind him mirrored his movement. The man took his time to eye me from my head to my toes and back up again. "We're not just huddled here. We are here to visit Miss Grace."

I looked them up and down just like the man did to me now. None of their faces looked familiar so what business do they have with Grace? Did Joel and Sandra send them to finish the job they started? Or perhaps, I lifted one of my brows, they were government officials? Had Sandra run to report to daddy?

"And you are?"

He blatantly ignored my question, acting as though whatever I had to say was irrelevant. "We got information that this is the ward where she was admitted but they would not let us in without her guardian's permission." His gaze went up and down my body again, "Perhaps, you are her guardian?"

am, I answered in a clipped tone. He could ask me questions but he wouldn't even answer mine.

"Okay that's good then." Then he smoothed his hands over his jacket and smiled, forcibly, the corners of

his eyes looked strained as she forced the smile to remain. "Is Miss Grace In? We need to speak with her."

I felt a tightening in my heart. Why were they in search of her when she hadn't even done anything. I tried to remain calm though and my growing irritation with the man was helping a lot. "She's not here. If you have any business with her, you can just tell me, I will relay it to her."

The man's smile faltered, "I really would prefer to directly speak with Miss Grace. It's pretty confidential and personal."

"I've told you, you can tell it to me. I have the authority to handle it on her behalf."

He managed to keep his smile that looked more like a scowl on. "Very well, then. We want to have a good talk with Miss Grace about the charges she had filed against Miss Sandra. Can you make a decision concerning that too?"

When I didn't say anything, he added. "We are hoping she will come to have a healthy conversation with Miss Grace."

These ones were definitely doing Sandra's father's bidding. I nodded. "I see," then I took a threatening step forward. "I'd like to ask you though,, what methods do you plan to use to drop charges against her will? Threats? Intimidation? Or perhaps you have a bag filled with money that you intend to use to bribe

her."