’Unbelievable!’

’Vincent Grant has already snatched so much for Joanna Sherman, and he still wants more!’

Sophia Shaw’s chest heaved, her heart pounding wildly with rage.

Vincent Grant gave a resigned smile. "Sophia, don’t do something you’ll regret just because you’re angry."

"Just let me know when the documents are ready!"

BEEP—

The line went dead.

Vincent Grant stared at the disconnected call and rubbed his brow.

Joel Hale, pen in hand, shook his head in disapproval.

’Sophia Shaw really doesn’t know what’s good for her.’

’Without Levin Sawyer, her satellite launch is just a farce.’

’President Grant was only trying to protect her by telling her to transfer the other companies’ satellites to Zenith for launch. But her? She’s not the least bit grateful.’

’Where in the world could you find a husband as good as President Grant? He solves her problems and even gives her money!’

’She’s blessed but doesn’t even know it!’

After Jack Holloway left, the second assistant, Joel Hale, naturally became Vincent Grant’s personal assistant.

Joel Hale was Jack Holloway’s protégé.

Jack Holloway looked down on Sophia Shaw, and this had influenced Joel, who also held her in low regard.

’Sophia Shaw is so clueless. When she ends up blowing up someone’s satellite, let’s see how she’ll explain herself!’

Vincent Grant wanted to try persuading her again, so he redialed her number.

A gentle female voice came through the receiver: "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

’So, she blocked me?’

At Sophia Shaw’s move, Vincent Grant couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

’So she knows how to piss me off now, does she?’

"How’s that file from my wife coming along?" Vincent Grant asked, only remembering the matter after his anger subsided.

After Sophia Shaw gave him the file last time, he had only glanced through it. He had just seen the word "agreement" when an important call came in.

Later, he tossed the agreement to Joel Hale and told him to find someone to review it.

"It’s been reviewed," Joel Hale reported truthfully.

"Are the terms reasonable?"

Vincent Grant rubbed his brow. He had been busy for the past few days, and the fatigue was evident in his expression.

"Reasonable."

’Too reasonable.’

Joel Hale hadn’t expected Sophia Shaw to be willing to leave the marriage with nothing.

Vincent Grant grunted in acknowledgment. He recalled Sophia Shaw saying, "send them over to me when the documents are ready."

So he said, "Get it processed as soon as possible. And add ten million to the terms she requested."

’The "documents" Sophia Shaw mentioned were surely just the deeds for land, houses, and other real estate.’

’While the matter with Joanna Sherman was also for her own good, she seemed to feel wronged.’

Vincent Grant didn’t want to be stingy with her when it came to money.

Joel Hale was taken aback.

’President Grant is... agreeing to the divorce?’

’That’s great.’

’Sophia Shaw isn’t worthy of him anyway. Miss Sherman is a perfect match for him, both in terms of ability and appearance.’

He agreed readily. "Yes, sir."

Back at the office, Joel Hale tossed the agreement to a lawyer. "Get this done as soon as possible. President Grant is in a hurry."

The lawyer quickly skimmed through it.

He pointed to the signature line. "President Grant hasn’t signed it."

"We can help file for the divorce certificate, but he has to sign it himself."

Joel Hale had no choice but to take it back. "I’ll go get President Grant’s signature first."

Joanna Sherman, her figure graceful and slender, walked over from the other end of the hallway. She was carrying a large stack of documents and spotted Joel Hale. "Assistant Hale," she called out, "could you please take these to President Grant for his signature?"

Cedric Grant’s stomach had been acting up the past few days, so Vincent Grant had gone home early.

"Of course," Joel Hale said, taking the files.

Joanna Sherman’s sharp eyes noticed the papers in his other hand. "What’s that you’re holding?"

Joel Hale had often seen Joanna Sherman and Vincent Grant together, and most people in the company already considered her the future boss’s wife.

So he didn’t hide it. "It’s just President Grant’s divorce agreement. He told me to hurry up and file it, but then he forgot to sign it himself."

’Joel Hale was saying all this to send Joanna Sherman a message: President Grant cared about her deeply and didn’t want to be tied to Sophia Shaw for a moment longer.’

Joanna Sherman’s heart gave a secret leap.

’But Vincent Grant had clearly told her that he was going to return to his family after this project was over.’

’Why the sudden... divorce?’

"Did President Grant draft the agreement himself?"

"Not exactly," Joel Hale said honestly. "Miss Shaw brought it over herself. The President was busy that day and was interrupted after only a glance, so he handed it to me to review."

"Miss Shaw is leaving with nothing, so there’s nothing in it that’s disadvantageous to President Grant."

’Although they’re splitting the two children, one each, Sophia Shaw’s is an adopted daughter. He figured President Grant wouldn’t want her.’

A glint flickered in Joanna Sherman’s eyes.

’So, Vincent Grant probably has no idea that what Sophia Shaw gave him was a divorce agreement?’

She was always proud and haughty in public. The day Vincent Grant told her he was returning to his family, she had agreed with a proud air.

She hadn’t said a single word about them getting back together.

But she had never intended to give up on Vincent Grant.

A bold idea began to form in Joanna Sherman’s mind.

A moment later, she said, "I just remembered I picked up a few prescriptions of traditional medicine for Cedric’s stomach from the old doctor. I was just about to deliver them."

"How about this? I’ll take my documents to find Vincent Grant myself, and I can take that agreement for you at the same time. It’ll save you a trip."

"That’s great!"

’This was good news for the young couple. They should celebrate properly, and he should get out of the way.’

Joel Hale happily handed all the documents to Joanna Sherman.

When Sophia Shaw returned to her company, morale was clearly low.

More than half of their orders had been snatched away, and through underhanded means at that. Who wouldn’t be furious?

Sophia Shaw gathered everyone for a meeting. "Victory and defeat are common in battle. Whether it’s eleven satellites or five, there’s only one thing we need to do: safely deliver them to their designated orbits."

"If we succeed this time, countless more orders will come our way."

"But if we fail, we won’t just lose six orders. We’ll lose all future orders from Cathan."

"Six orders, or countless orders. I don’t need to do the math for you, do I?"

"Now, let’s get to work!"

As the others left, Jacobs remained, looking at Sophia Shaw with adoration.

’She really is the goddess I admire. To be so calm and collected at a time like this!’

’She had originally expected their boss to come back and apologize profusely, blaming herself for her reputation not being big enough and for dragging everyone down.’

’Doing that would have only made everyone angrier.’

’Instead, not explaining and not apologizing was far more effective at boosting morale!’

’The boss has such a powerful presence!’

Only after Jacobs had closed the door and left did the composure on Sophia Shaw’s face begin to fade.

What remained was deep self-reproach.

It was undeniable that this time, it was indeed because her reputation wasn’t big enough that she had drawn everyone’s suspicion.

And because of that, she had implicated so many of Lead Aerospace’s outstanding followers.

Sophia Shaw clenched her fists.

’She wouldn’t let these people follow her for nothing.’

’Simply getting the satellites into orbit safely wasn’t enough. She had to make a breakthrough!’

A second later, Sophia Shaw grabbed her car keys, rushed to the project site at top speed, dove into the simulation room, and threw herself into her work on the computer.

Her phone, tossed beside the computer, lit up and rang countless times.

Sophia Shaw didn’t even spare it a glance.

...

Cedric Grant dejectedly looked away, his pale face filled with sadness.

One hand clutched a tablet, while the other pressed against his stomach.

His weak stomach was acting up again.

Looking at the small mountain of pills in front of him, Cedric Grant felt his stomach churn even more.

’He didn’t want to take the medicine.’

’Before, when his stomach hurt, Mommy never made him take medicine.’

’She always used food therapy.’

’She would find all sorts of ways to make him soft, fragrant, and delicious food.’

’Not like the hired housekeeper, who only ever made tasteless millet congee or yam congee. It wasn’t as delicious or as pretty as the food his mommy made!’

But he had called his mommy so many times, and she never answered.

Tears streamed down Cedric Grant’s sad face, but he didn’t dare let Vincent Grant see. Hiding his face with the tablet, he asked in a stuffy voice, "Daddy, what has Mommy been doing lately? Is she very busy?"