She didn’t want to lose him. Someone as skilled and strong as Hudson wasn’t easy to come by, and he’d said before that her grandfather’s condition would require continued acupuncture. If he left now, she wasn’t sure he’d come back.Hudson gave a half-smile and asked, “Can someone else handle a divorce?”“Divorce?” Ivory’s eyes widened in disbelief.She hadn’t even realized Hudson was married. Not once had that crossed her mind.After relieving herself, Ivory returned with an awkward smile. She wanted to know more—who exactly was Hudson’s wife? Why were they getting divorced?—but when the words reached her lips, she couldn’t bring herself to ask.She knew better. No matter what their connection was, there were boundaries, and she still had enough self-restraint to respect them.Taking a deep breath, Ivory said gently, “Hudson, if that’s the case, I won’t hold you up. But once you’re done with everything, give me a call. I’ll come pick you up.”Hudson nodded. Ivory didn’t say anything e

Rockwell Group – Penthouse Office****The moment Hudson pushed the door open, a cup came flying toward him. He caught it effortlessly.“Hudson, are you seriously insane?” Freya snapped, her face flushed with anger. “You kept calling nonstop like your life depended on it! Do you have any idea how important that meeting was for the company? You’re unbelievable!”She looked like she was about to explode. Her eyes were sharp like daggers, aimed straight at him.Hudson, completely unfazed, glanced around the office and said flatly, “Where’s the agreement?”His calm response only made Freya angrier. He didn’t even want to argue—he had clearly come just for the divorce.She clenched her hands. The cold look in her eyes deepened. For five years, he used to say he loved her. Now, he was turning his back faster than flipping a page.‘Men are liars.’ she thought.The more she thought about it, the more furious she became. She didn’t even bother with another word. She turned to her desk, picked

The man who spoke looked to be in his thirties, dressed in flashy clothes—clearly trying too hard to look like some kind of cool player. Behind him stood an older man in his fifties, wearing a long coat and exuding an aura like some old-school martial arts guy.The younger man glanced at Hudson standing next to Ivory, smirking. “Ivory, your taste is seriously going downhill. This guy? Really? He looks like some pretty boy you picked off the street.” He scoffed. “A guy like this, what’s he even good for?”Hudson’s brow twitched slightly, irritation flashing in his eyes. But before he could speak, the guy, William Anderson, gave him a once-over and said mockingly, “What’s the matter, pretty boy? Can’t handle a few words from me?”Hudson’s expression turned cold. He wasn’t interested in playing nice anymore. Just as he was about to step forward, Ivory shot a glare at William and snapped, “You’d better watch your damn mouth, or I swear I’ll knock all your teeth out.”The Anderson and Lewi