Chapter 164 Not a Fake Divorce
The three of them headed toward the private elevator together.
Both Felicity and Rhys quickly filled him in on what had happened.
The elevator kept rising.
At the last moment, just before the elevator doors were about to open, Felicity couldn't help but ask—
"William, are you two... really divorced?"
"The divorce certificate she posted isn't fake? You're really divorced?" Felicity probed.
William didn't look at Felicity, just gave a brief response.
Then he walked out of the elevator and hurried toward the conference room.
Felicity, trailing two steps behind, had a complicated expression on her face.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end closed it and followed along to the conference room to deal with those people.
……
Meanwhile, Amelia had already finished lunch with York, and they were now at the Jenkins Group's jewelry store.
York was introducing her to the relevant businesses under the Jenkins Group.
Earlier during lunch, he had learned about Amelia's betting agreement.
Amelia hadn't hidden it.
After all, when she won The Sound of Heaven, she had also signed for resources here.
She wasn't rigid—she knew William would definitely help Isabella, so within reasonable limits, accepting help from others and creating mutual benefits wasn't a bad thing.
After showing Amelia some of the business operations, York led her through several twists and turns to a hidden area below.
There were several security checkpoints here.
At the final checkpoint, they waited for a moment.
So they chatted—
"Did you know about William being cornered at the Brown Group?" York looked at Amelia beside him and asked.
Amelia nodded. After publicly revealing the divorce, she knew there would be these issues.
But still, as she'd said before, she had given William enough time.
"His affairs have nothing to do with me," she said.
"That's not what I meant." York smiled and said, "When the market opens tomorrow, the Brown Group's stock price will definitely plummet. Don't you have any thoughts about that?"
Amelia gave York a meaningful look.
"Some things, I don't want to touch," Amelia said.
"But some people will," York said.
The two locked eyes, Amelia looking at York before her.
She knew what he was talking about.
He must have thought of it the moment he saw her post about the divorce.
There would be rumors of a sky-high divorce settlement, and tomorrow the Brown Group's stock price would fluctuate.
That's why he had said—"I thought you were going to wait."
He was surprisingly sharp.
"Looks like I need to reassess you, Mr. Jenkins," Amelia said.
"I'm honored," York bowed slightly.
The two smiled at each other.
Smart people know when to stop.
Then, with the sound of high heels approaching, Xyla arrived.
"Amelia, York!" Xyla greeted them with a smile. "You're here."
Amelia avoided York's gaze and greeted Xyla with a smile: "Ms. Jenkins."
"Just call me Xyla," Xyla said, leading them deeper inside.
They wound their way through until they reached a small vault.
A series of gemstones were displayed here.
"These are the new products we're about to launch," Xyla introduced. "I've been in charge of them before, but York just told me he'll be taking over, to fulfill the contract with you."
Amelia looked at the six gemstones here.
Each one was incredibly rare.
"Your contract states that the Jenkins Group promised you relevant endorsements," York said, leading her to examine each gemstone carefully.
He said, "Now, I'm putting you in charge of marketing this batch of gemstones. Let's see what you can do."
Under the lights, the gemstones sparkled brilliantly.
Amelia looked up at York.
"How much freedom will I have?" she asked.
"Maximum freedom," York smiled. "You can understand it as... you can do whatever you want."
Amelia's lips parted slightly. She really didn't understand why he would go this far for her.
From when he confessed his feelings to now, she had never understood.
However...
Amelia lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the six gemstones, and said, "Don't worry, the returns from this collaboration will satisfy you."
York smiled: "I'm looking forward to it."
……
Meanwhile.
The situation at the Brown Group was starting to blow up.
From initial gossip to financial news categories.
Financial bloggers everywhere began analyzing their divorce.
Media analysis stated: "There have been cases before where divorces led to stock splits and reductions, then the wife cashed out at high prices, called sky-high divorce settlements, and this often causes major stock price fluctuations."
Comments immediately appeared below—
"Last time with that stock, the couple divorced and I ate three limit-down days. I'll remember it forever!"
"Me too, me too, trapped inside with no way out."
"Will William and Amelia pull the same thing?!"
"Who knows, damn it, when I saw William publicly appearing with Isabella over and over, I should have sensed something was wrong! Isabella, you're dying anyway, why seduce him! Couldn't you let him and Amelia be happy? You're killing me!"
"When the market opens tomorrow, it'll be a race to see who can sell fastest."
And in the Brown Group's conference room.
William's expression was extremely dark.
People around him kept talking, international video calls and phone calls coming in constantly, people from all sides asking questions.
"Novaria just called asking questions, saying that initially it was you, Mr. Brown, and Amelia who handled the coordination, and now that you're divorced, they don't know what to do."
"Mr. Brown, overseas partners are asking what industry Amelia will be working in going forward, and about the handover issues."
"Mr. Brown, also..."
……
Just as everyone at the Brown Group was overwhelmed, a Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped downstairs at the Brown Group.
The car door opened, and a man stepped out.
His appearance wasn't much different from ordinary people except for being handsome, except for those eyes, which had a faint reddish tint.
Though if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell the difference from a local.
He walked straight into the Brown Group, took the elevator all the way to the busy conference room.
The people guarding outside immediately went in to announce him when they saw him.
As the doors opened, the man strode in.
"Long time no see, William." As the man spoke, William at the far end of the long table frowned slightly.
He lifted his head slightly, looking at the man standing at the doorway.
His eyes sharpened.
Felicity beside him, upon seeing the visitor, immediately walked up to him with a beautiful smile on her face.
"Alvin, you're here," Felicity said with a smile.
Alvin nodded.
"I saw your news online and wanted to discuss our cooperation."
Alvin looked toward William at the long table and said, "After all, how we got our contract in the first place—you know that, William."