“Here are the divorce papers, Mr. Creed. As requested, the alimony has been set at one hundred million dollars.”
Both Jasper and Amara turned toward the sound.
That’s when Amara finally noticed them.
Elias didn’t move. He simply watched her.
Amara said something quietly to Jasper, and Jasper handed her the documents that they were looking through. Then he stepped back slightly, giving her the space to walk away.
The moment Elias saw Amara approaching him, the look in his eyes turned even colder.
His sharp gaze remained fixed on her the entire time she walked toward him until she finally stopped right in front of him.
He looked down at her arrogantly before extending the documents in his hand toward her without hesitation.
“You wanted a divorce?” he asked coldly.
The corners of his lips lifted faintly, but there was no warmth in the expression.
“Fine. Here it is.”
He lightly shook the papers between his fingers before holding them closer toward her.
“I already prepared everything.” His voice was calm and detached, as if they were discussing business instead of their divorce. “You don’t need to worry about anything except signing your name on these papers.”
Then his eyes darkened slightly.
“One hundred million dollars for one year of marriage,” he added mockingly. “That should be more than enough to make you happy, don’t you think?”
Amara remained completely still.
She didn’t even glance at the papers he was offering her.
Elias frowned faintly.
His fingers loosened slightly around the documents, clearly expecting her to take them.
But Amara made no move at all.
The papers slipped from his hand one by one and scattered across the ground between them as the wind lightly brushed across the cemetery.
Amara didn’t lower herself to pick them up.
Her eyes merely dropped briefly toward the papers on the ground before she slowly lifted her gaze back to his face again.
Then, she raised the documents in her own hand and slapped them hard against his chest and he caught them instinctively.
“I already prepared the divorce papers too,” she said while staring directly into his eyes. “I was too impatient to wait for you to finish yours.”
Elias’s expression darkened instantly.
Amara didn’t give him a chance to interrupt. Her voice remained terrifyingly calm.
“Five hundred million dollars for one year of nominal marriage. That should makeyouhappy enough.”
Elias’s hands roughly tightened around the papers against his chest. A cold scoff escaped him as disbelief flashed across his face.
“Five hundred million? A nominal marriage?” he scoffed in disbelief.
