Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 83: See You at the Civil Affairs Bureau!
He saw the contract.
Vera Sheridan was startled, her breath caught.
Only four days left in the divorce cooling-off period, and now he stumbled upon it—almost ruined everything.
"Honey, you’re awake." She forced a calm facade, a smile tugging at her lips.
Ian Kane frowned, lifting his hand to glance at the ink stain on his thumb, "What contract did you secretly have me sign?"
Vera took a step forward, showing him the cover of the contract, with words like "Commercial Property Lease Agreement" printed on it.
"Maeve Holloway’s studio wants to relocate. Didn’t you buy a shop for me before? She thinks the location is good, so I leased it to her. I called you a few times but you didn’t wake up; she needed it urgently."
She looked sincere.
Ian remembered last night when he was in a daze and how she stayed by his hospital bed to take care of him. He didn’t think much of it, his voice lazy and tired, "Where’s the shop, how’s the location? She does psychological consulting—best if it’s in a place with lots of professionals; both audience and spending power should match."
Hearing this, Vera actually breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, she was clever enough to cover the property sale contract with a rental agreement facade.
"Was the office building I chose for her before not good?" Ian asked again.
Vera calmly put the contract back in her bag, "It was originally good, but Maeve recently got into feng shui and said her birthdate clashed with that building."
Ian curved his lips, amused, while also feeling a burning pain in his stomach. He closed his eyes, enduring the pain.
Noticing his discomfort, intending to prevent any suspicion, Vera asked with concern, "Stomach hurting again? Let me call the doctor."
As she spoke, she was about to press the call button.
Ian gripped her wrist, slightly pulling her, pressing her onto his chest.
The man’s thunderous heartbeat shook her eardrums, and Vera immediately tried to break free, "Ian Kane, stop fooling around, I’m calling the doctor!"
The words "stop fooling" slipped out, causing her to pause.
Ian’s lips curved upwards; his mind filled with images of her managing him after marriage. Eyes still closed, he kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent, "Honey... hold me first..."
Listening to his coquettish tone, Vera’s eyes were filled with hatred.
His acting was truly bone-deep; such words came out naturally.
In the luxurious ward, a glimpse of dawn slanted through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting a warm glow over Vera.
When Ian opened his eyes, this was what he saw.
Fleetingly, it felt like their first meeting.
He instinctively hugged her tighter, his gaze flickering, "After I finish the press conference today, I’ll head to Valdania. When I come back, we can prepare to go to Switzerland."
"Take care of yourself these days, okay?"
Vera’s hands quietly clutched the bedsheet, her mouth laced with a sarcastic smile. He didn’t know yet that photos of him entertaining officials from the Securities and Exchange Commission last night were exposed online.
Solidifying the malicious acquisition of his own stocks and disrupting the financial market order.
This storm was enough to give him a hard time!
Vera suppressed her emotions, "Okay, I’ll take care of myself and wait for your return."
——See you at the civil affairs bureau then!
As Elias Crowe brought in a suit, Ian released Vera.
He changed into a tailored black-and-white suit, emerging from the inner room with a tie draped around his neck, signaling to Vera by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Vera serenely tied his tie for the last time.
A beautiful Windsor knot.
After marriage, she learned many ways to tie a tie and believed the Windsor knot best complemented his noble temperament.
After having breakfast in the ward, they went their separate ways.
As soon as Vera returned to her room, Maeve had already arrived, taking the contract from her, flipping through it, and giving Vera a thumbs up, "Impressive!"
"Ian Kane didn’t suspect a thing?"
With a smile, Vera recounted the near-incident. "You are remarkable too, managing to find a buyer brave enough to purchase this estate."
To dare buy Ian Kane’s mansion without fear of him finding out, the buyer must indeed be very powerful.
Maeve replied, "One mountain surpasses another; can Ian Kane cover the sky with one hand like the Buddha?"
"I think he’ll face some serious trouble this time."
Vera thought the same.
Maeve remembered something and asked, "Vera, you’ve almost cut ties with Ian Kane, but what about Owen? Isn’t he still working on projects involving Ian, unable to part ways just yet?"
Vera nodded, "His project, the Cloudcrest Hotel, is far from completion. He doesn’t know yet that I’m getting a divorce."
Maeve sliced an apple piece for Vera, "Ian Kane, that guy, knows how to manipulate people’s hearts. I remember Owen and him seem like real brothers."
Vera bit into the apple, lowering her eyelids, the corners of her eyes turning red, "He indeed helped Owen quite a lot."
In the past, to win her over, Ian tried to gain an advantage by building a good relationship with Owen first, frequently inviting him to play basketball and becoming friends to indirectly reach her.
While Owen studied abroad, whenever he encountered robbery or got bullied by the wealthy or second-generation officials from back home, Ian was the one who settled things.
After graduating and returning home, he gave him projects to practice on... 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Maeve also felt uneasy at heart.
Despite the scheming, Ian did genuinely help her quite a bit.
So she thought, after Vera’s divorce, at least return the years of rent to him.
Breaking the silence, Vera mocked sarcastically, "He went to such great lengths to satisfy his narcissism... isn’t he tired?"
Maeve Holloway noticed her reddened eyes and nudged her, "No matter how tired he is, he shouldn’t hurt you."
"He’s being controlled by his mom and is even more controlling of you. This man has no empathy, only considering his own feelings."
"Don’t be soft-hearted. He chose you because you’re kind, empathetic, and would pity and sympathize with him."
Vera Sheridan said, "I’m not being soft-hearted."
As her words fell, she opened her phone to watch Ian Kane’s press conference.
The man stood by the podium in a crisp suit, his face sharp and handsome, no longer showing signs of previous fatigue, exuding a powerful and arrogant aura.
In front of him were countless mics from finance news media, the camera flashes lighting up against him.
Online comments were flooding the screen: Hypocrite, phony moralist, heartless capitalist!
Loves his wife to death, perhaps that’s just a facade too?
"Ladies and gentlemen, I now respond to recent rumors about my supposed market manipulation as follows: First, I, Ian Kane, have never maliciously bottom-fished and acquired Kane Group’s stock. On the screen, you can see the investigation results from the Securities and Exchange Commission."
As he spoke, a large survey report appeared on the screen, clearly stating that two institutions had heavily bought Kane Group stock during a bottom-fishing period—one being a brokerage firm, the other being Keystone Capital.
Upon investigation, these two companies had no connection to Ian Kane; rather, one of the brokerage firms was a subsidiary of Old Master Kane.
Outsiders don’t know that Ian Kane and the Crowe Family are in cahoots, but Vera Sheridan does.
Thus, this investigation seemed to clear Ian Kane.
"Second, as an entrepreneur, I deeply sympathize with and apologize to the investors who suffered heavy losses in the stock market! The stock market carries risks; invest cautiously!"
The Grant Residence, study room.
Noah Grant leaned against the desk, arms crossed, white shirt outlining the taut muscles beneath the fabric.
He watched Ian Kane’s hypocritical performance on the projected screen and snorted, "Did the Crowe Family cover for him?"
Assistant Caleb Lewis stood by, "Yes, it’s said that the Securities and Exchange Commission originally found a link between Ian Kane and the Crowe Group, but it was smoothed over by the Crowe Family."
"Last night’s dinner was also the Crowe Family eliminating dissidents."
Troubling Ian Kane means opposing the Crowe Family!
Noah Grant snorted, "Birds of a feather!"
The bustling world revolves around interest; the Crowe Family needs Ian Kane as a businessman on the front line to do business for them.
Caleb Lewis said, "Attorney Grant, Miss Sheridan successfully had Ian Kane sign the house-selling contract. When will you go to sign and transfer ownership?"
Noah Grant’s expression softened slightly, pondering, "Tomorrow."
Vera Sheridan needs to stay for observation at the hospital today.
Caleb Lewis half-joked, "That estate is the work of architect Peng Shu, nestled in the mountains; Attorney Grant, you’re starting to enjoy life..."
He thought Noah Grant bought The Glimmer Garden for leisurely enjoyment.
Noah Grant’s lips curled slightly, "Contact a professional demolition company for me."
Then he picked up a dart from the desk and threw it fiercely at the dartboard target on the wall.
Caleb Lewis, realizing afterward, was shocked: The boss intends to demolish The Glimmer Garden!
A mansion worth over a hundred million, bought only to be torn down, what’s the point!
...
West Veridia, golf course.
"Young Master Crowe, President Kane, I truly apologize for last night. I was drunk and showed great disrespect to President Kane. Please, for mercy, forgive me!" Warren Vaughn knelt on the ground, hands clasped, continuously bowing to Ian Kane and Jasper Crowe, pleading for forgiveness.
Ian Kane sat under the umbrella, legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Jasper Crowe was polishing a silver golf club, looking down condescendingly at Warren Vaughn, "Usually, you’re obsequious to the Crowe Family and President Kane like a lapdog, but at the first sign of trouble, you betray your master..."
"I despise ingrates like you the most!"
Warren Vaughn hurriedly slapped himself, "Young Master Crowe, I was wrong, please give me another chance!"
Jasper Crowe glanced at the approaching golf cart and then back at Warren Vaughn, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, "You’ve really got some nerve, to trouble our old man to come personally and deal with you!"
As he spoke, the golf cart had already stopped, and Mr. Crowe, Kane Crowe, got out and walked straight towards Ian Kane, appearing friendly, "Ian, you’ve had a hard time."
Ian Kane extinguished his cigarette and stood up, his face expressionless, addressing him simply, "Uncle Crowe."
Kane Crowe noticed his anger.
Angry at him for not taming his "dog" at home, dragging him down.
He opened his palm towards Jasper Crowe.
Jasper Crowe understood and handed the golf club to him.
Kane Crowe presented the club to Ian Kane with both hands, "Ian, I’ll leave this dog to your discretion."
Ian Kane did not take it, smiling faintly, "Uncle Crowe, am I the kind to stoop to a dog’s level?"
Kane Crowe blinked, then turned around, without a word, and swung the club at Warren Vaughn’s head.
With a scream of pain, a fresh red flower bloomed instantly on the green grass.
Kane Crowe discarded the club, wiped his hands, and looked at Ian Kane, handing over a cigar, "Feel better?"
"Sit!"
Ian Kane accepted it, glancing at the wailing Warren Vaughn being dragged away, "Uncle Crowe, you’re too kind, but solving the symptom doesn’t address the root. Whoever dares to challenge the Crowe Family this time isn’t simple."
"Oh? Do you know who it is?" Kane Crowe raised an eyebrow.
Ian Kane enunciated slowly, "Noah Grant."
