Felix kept his gaze on Amara, his hands clasped neatly behind his back as he rocked slightly on his toes, almost absentmindedly.
He spoke as if he were thinking aloud more than actually commenting.
“He may be… Frost Industries is almost on par with the Hawks’ family business,” he said casually. “So financially speaking, they’re actually well-matched. Same social standing, no imbalance of wealth or status… that usually works better.”
He tilted his head slightly, still watching her.
“Marrying into a man with more money than you, or a higher position tends to create tension. This way, neither is above the other. Usually it brings more love and affection between the couple.”
Felix turned his head.
Elias was staring at him..
The glare in his eyes was sharp enough to feel physical, cold and suffocating, like the air itself had been pulled out of the space between them.
“Oh.”
Felix instinctively took half a step back, suddenly very aware of how loud the silence had become, and how dangerously still Elias was standing beside him.
Elias closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply through his nose, visibly trying to restrain himself.
When he opened them again, his gaze was controlled—but darker.
He looked toward the car again.
“Transfer her the alimony,” he said flatly as he shoved the divorce papers into Felix’s chest. “First thing after we get back to the office.”
Felix caught the papers hurriedly.
“Mr. Creed… I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Elias frowned immediately.
Felix lowered his voice.
“Mrs. Creed already removed the alimony clause from the documents. You don’t need to pay her anything.”“Mr. Creed… I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Elias frowned immediately.
Felix lowered his voice.
“Mrs. Creed already removed the alimony clause from the documents. You don’t need to pay her anything.”
Elias reacted instantly, his voice sharp with frustration.
“Why the hell would I not pay her anything? She’s my wife. What happened between her and me is separate from this.” Elias pointed toward the divorce certificate in Felix’s hands impatiently.
He looked away irritably before adding coldly,
“I’m not going to let my wife live on her own without money. The moment we reach the office, go to accounts and have them transfer the money into her personal account.”
Felix blinked once. “A hundred million, sir?”
Elias shot him an exasperated glare.
“She asked for five, didn’t she?”
Felix immediately straightened. “Sorry. Understood, Mr. Creed.”
