Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 85: Greyson sank back onto the sofa. After a brief silence, he said, "I've taken some time to think about us. It seems neither of us really thought things through before we got divorced." Candice gave him an impatient look and said, "Just get to the point, Greyson." "I think we both need to reconsider the divorce," he said, his eyes glinting with a surprising light. Confused, Candice replied, "We're already divorced." It was over. Everything was finalized. Suddenly, Greyson reached out and pulled Candice closer, startling her.

She had never been this close to him before, and it felt strange. She could even see the pulse throbbing in his neck. She held her breath, wondering what was wrong with Greyson. He had never acted like this before. "I've already called a friend at the court. The records of our divorce have been erased - including the surveillance footage of us being there. So in their records, we're still married," Greyson said slowly, a hint of smugness in his voice. Candice couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Why did you do that?" she asked in disbelief. "To protect the reputation of the Harman family?

For Dr. Wilson, your company's big partner? Or for the promotion of your new drugs?" Candice scoffed and shook her head. "This is ridiculous. What does this mean, Greyson? Weren't you supposed to marry Madilyn?" The fire in Greyson's eyes dimmed the moment she mentioned Madilyn. He glared at her and warned sternly, "I don't care what kind of relationship you have with Milton, but today was the last time you meet him alone." He suddenly pulled her even closer and added, "Except for the two divorce decrees in my hands, nothing and no one can prove that we are divorced.

Now, I just hope you'll be careful with your words and actions from now on. Don't do anything that will embarrass me. If you do as I ask, I might reconsider the divorce. I'll decide whether to give you the divorce decree or not after a year." Candice slowly clenched her fist. When they divorced, both decrees were handed to Greyson. She had never imagined he would one day refuse to give her the divorce decree. After all, he was the one who wanted the divorce in the first place. If he didn't give her the decree in a year, or if he destroyed them, legally they would still be husband and wife.

Lαtєѕt chαptєrs in ɢɑlnovels. Candice couldn't understand him. His actions made no sense. It seemed he didn't want to let go of Candice, but at the same time, he wanted to be with Madilyn. Now that he had the upper hand, he refused to let her go because he needed her. But once she was no longer useful, he would discard her as if she meant nothing. What did he really think of her? Greyson slowly released Candice but never broke eye contact. "Candice, if you listen to me, I will give you the patent." Candice didn't know how to respond. She glared coldly and said, "If you're done, you can leave.

I'm going to bed." After she spoke, he stood up and left. Candice collapsed onto the sofa, running her fingers through her hair in confusion. Thoughts swirled in her mind. Finally, it was Friday. Candice spent a sleepless night. She got up and dressed in a black casual suit zipped all the way up, a scarf, a black mask, black sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed black hat. This was how she appeared at the court. The court mediation today was very private, so she had to avoid being recognized or photographed.

She dressed this way because she didn't want the man who had slept with her on their wedding night to see how she looked. She didn't even want to see him and had been avoiding him for a long time. But today, there was no escape. She was going to face him. Since he had agreed to mediation, both parties had to be present. She was determined to make him pay accordingly. She wouldn't let him go easily. Because of the sensitive nature of the case, the court arranged a small, discreet mediation room for them. Candice took a deep breath in front of the door, then pushed it open and stepped inside. .

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