Mr. CEO, Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time Novel

---- Chapter 403 Still seething, Sophia asked a flight attendant for a drink shortly after takeoff. When the attendant left, she hid the cup behind her back and stalked toward Maggie. Janice had already guessed what Sophia would do. The moment Sophia rose, Janice's eyes narrowed. She shook her head once, sharply. But Sophia's anger wouldn't let her back down. Janice's face hardened. She picked up her phone and fired off a text: [Sit back down.] Even without hearing her voice, Sophia could feel the weight of Janice's authority. Old Mrs.

Green, seated between them, patted Sophia's hand, urging her to obey. ---- Sophia pouted in frustration, but she was used to deferring to Janice and Julia. Reluctantly, she turned back, shooting Maggie a glare before slumping into her seat again. Isabella, oblivious to the earlier drama, bounded over once the plane had landed and stopped: "Mom!" "Mm." Maggie stroked her cheek. "Were you well-behaved on the flight?" "Yes!" Isabella said brightly. Across the aisle, Janice watched, her gaze cool. Old Mrs. Green, Sophia, and Old Mrs. Brown also turned their eyes toward the girl.

Catching Janice's look, Isabella felt only that the woman was a stranger and turned away unconcerned. When she noticed Old Mrs. Brown watching her, she likewise paid no mind. Soon after, Maggie and Jason gathered their luggage and disembarked with the others. ---- Watching them go, Sophia fumed, still furious at being tripped. "Grandma, Auntie-are we really just going to let her bully us like that? Why should we?" Janice replied evenly, "It's just patience. She won't be smug for long." Once Franklin and Maggie's divorce was final, they'd have all the chances they wanted to make her pay.

Tracy added gently, "Exactly. Besides, didn't her reaction earlier prove Sophia hit her sore spot?" "That's true." Sophia's mood lifted. Thinking of Franklin and Maggie's impending divorce, of Franklin's devotion to her sister, and of how Maggie must be suffering, her anger melted into smug delight. The next morning back in New York, Isabella left the Miller home to return to Franklin. At the office, after an important meeting, Johnny leaned in to Maggie's ear.

"Yesterday Wilson Tech and Brown ---- Corp both received several hundred million in additional investment." Maggie paused, though her expression showed no surprise. She'd already guessed as much when she overheard Franklin on the phone with Julia at the Civil Center. That evening, Maggie and Johnny attended a banquet. No sooner had they stepped into the hall than they saw Julia and Logan. Franklin wasn't there. Perhaps word had spread that Franklin had poured money into Wilson Tech and Brown Corp-guests clustered around Julia and Logan, eager to collaborate.

Franklin's investment instincts were famously sharp. If he was backing these companies, others naturally wanted in. Even Julia's former suitors took the chance to approach her, seeing Franklin absent. Julia chatted smoothly, her composure unruffled. But when she spotted Maggie-remembering what her family had told her about Maggie tripping Sophia and her grandmother on the plane-her eyes went cold. ---- She was no longer the same as a few months ago. Even if she couldn't rival Maggie in AI, she had Franklin. Her personal charm was its own kind of strength.

And in its own way, that was worth just as much as Maggie's professional brilliance. So now, when she looked at Maggie, there was no trace of timidity-only confidence.