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They erupted in cheers and applause as the camera was turned off. The host shook my hands again, a huge grin on his face. As I left the conference hall, my assistant and bodyguard in tow, some fangirls came for autographs while some journalists dared to ask about my marriage.

"No comments," my assistant kept saying strictly to them while I signed some of the girl's shirts, books, phone pouches....whatever they brought.

The moment I got in the car, my face sagged, all my grins and smiles tucked away as I roughly loosened my tie. "Godammit, my face hurt from smiling so much."

My assistant smiled and turned back. "You did well though. The crowd absolutely loved you."

"As they should." Despite my aching cheeks, I couldn't help but smile at the success of the interview and the exposure it would further bring to GT Group.

"By the way," my assistant fully turned to me from the front seat where he sat, "The medical report you requested is here."

My grin instantly dimmed. I nodded and stretched my hand for it. He placed it in my palm.

I just looked at it for a while. What exactly was I expecting? That she really did have a heart disease or that she had been lying to me all these years?

The answers eluded me so I just ripped the sealed envelope apart and unfolded the crispy clean paper in it.

My hands clenched as I held the edges of the paper, My eyes went over the report again. As I had suspected, Bella was perfectly healthy and did not have any form of heart issue, let alone a heart disease.

I felt my jaw clench in anger. If she does not have any heart issue, why, then, was she absent on our wedding day? Did she get cold feet and thought the best thing to do was to abscond? What exactly did she go abroad to do?

I felt like a fool. Like a first class moron Shouldn't I have known? It was

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I smoothed the paper, folded it and placed it by my side. Then Hooked up. smiled weakly outside the window before I rolled up the window.

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introducing him alongside his achievements. Mark looked smart and drop. dead gorgeous in the suit dress he had on, his features seemed to have gotten even finer and more toned since last saw him. His cheekbones were more prominent, his hair was slicked back tly but as usual, there were still some errant strands in his face. Even t. biceps were prominent as he sat in the seat with the confidence of ten gods, a small smile directed at the camera.

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The host started to ask him questions, first it was about GT Group which hel confidently boasted about the rising value of its stock. Then the host threw random questions at him. His responses were articulate and insightful as he bewitched the audience with his charm and intelligence, eliciting unending. cheers and applause from them.

I raised an impressed brow and raised my hand to give him a thumbs up." Impressive," I muttered.

"He just had to be an asshole to you." I heard Grace murmured but I paid not heed to her.

There was no doubt that his outstanding performance during the interview would boost GT Group's stock price to a whole new level, and my five percent shares would increase in value as well. For the first time, I was grateful to Mark for not agreeing to buy the shares when I suggested it. I could already see the dividend from the shares being a whole new source of income for me. Then I found myself musing on the idea of buying more if their stocks before the prices skyrocketed like he said.

Grace leaned on me and pulled me out of my thoughts. She rested her head on my shoulder and held my arm. She jutted her lower lip out, "Why don't you be my sugar mommy? Please, be my sugar mommy, I don't want to work anymore, I want to live a life of daily splurge."

I laughed and gently pushed Grace away, "Get off me, you gold digger. My savings wouldn't live to see the day with your splurging." Amidst her light giggles, I pointed at Mark on the TV, "His would. He would not even feel like a penny was dropping from his account

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