Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 224: "Give me back our divorce decree. Greyson, I have no idea why you're interfering in my private affairs. Perhaps you've forgotten that we're divorced! We agreed not to announce it to the public for one year, but there's no excuse for you to use it to threaten me. You keep saying, again and again, that I'm your wife. But what's the truth? You clearly know that. What right do you have to go through the phone of a woman who has nothing to do with you?!" Candice's expression grew colder by the second.

She then repeated, enunciating each word, "'Give me back our divorce decree!'" Any semblance of reason Greyson had tried so hard to rebuild crumbled at that moment. "You want to get the divorce decree for Milton? You want to tell him you're divorced?" "Whether I tell him or not is none of your business. You have no right to interfere." Candice refused to back down. "Well, do you want to break our contract? Don't you want to get your hands on the patent for the new drug?" Greyson approached her, forcing her to take a step back. There wasn't much room behind her.

If she took another step back, she'd be forced to sit in the chair. At that moment, Greyson pushed down on her shoulders, shoving her back into the chair aggressively. Inhaling deeply, Candice said, "Since my mother is no longer with us, I wanted to ensure that her work could continue to help people, so I entrusted the formula to you, Greyson. At that time, neither the matching technology nor the biological purification technology was sufficiently developed. That's why I waited until just before the wedding to give you the formula. That was my mother's idea as well.

If you don't want to give me the patent, that's fine. I only intended to leave the authorship rights to my mother, but you repeatedly threatened me over this issue. My mom would hate for that to happen." Tears welled in Candice's eyes as she lifted her head to look at him. Her tears continued as she said, "I don't want the patent anymore. Just give me the divorce decree. That's all I want." The look in her eyes was full of determination and pain. Greyson suddenly felt intense anxiety. If she didn't even care about the patent rights, he would feel estranged from her. How could he reach her?

By helping her reclaim the Blake Group? If he could do it, Milton certainly could too. He had always wanted to get rid of her in the past, but as she turned away, an unexplainable void filled him, and fear overcame him. If they severed ties completely, he couldn't predict what would happen. Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ Though his feelings were complicated, fear outweighed anger by far. So he lied, saying, "I've shredded the divorce decrees." Candice stared at him, shocked and dismayed. What had possessed him to tear them to shreds? What did he mean by that?

Greyson had asked a higher-up at the court to destroy their divorce records and surveillance footage, and on top of that, he had physically torn up the divorce decrees. There would be no way to confirm that they were really divorced! Afterward, Greyson said, "The Harmans are a very proud family, and we can't afford to look bad. For the next year, the divorce cannot be made public. We can't disrupt the marketing of the new drug. I tore up the decrees because I feared you wouldn't keep your word. Do you want the divorce decree, Candice? We can go through the formalities again a year from now.

But not now!" . . .