Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 1648 Pushing It

Raeleigh put the lanyard aside. "Humans are blind and cannot stand any scrutiny; we're no different."

Jepherson said, "I'm hungry."

"Let's go and eat then."

"Eat here. I don't want to go out."

Jepherson went to the door and told Stuart to bring some food over. After lunch, they headed to the

company.

When Raeleigh went into Jepherson's office, she saw Lamarre's sketch on his table. She sat down and

stared at it, spacing out.

"Why is there only half of it?"

"It's his assignment for you; he wants to give you a hand after his passing."

Jepherson had thought of developing Lamarre's sketch but decided otherwise after looking at it.

Lamarre left it for Raeleigh; it wasn't his to use, choosing to respect Lamarre's decision.

Although Lamarre had resigned, the unilateral severance was not feasible.

Raeleigh looked at Jepherson for a while and fixed her eyes on his face again. "What would you say if I

expressed my interest in collaborating with you?"

Hearing that, Jepherson sat aside with a leg across and pondered, "I'm sure you remember Lamarre

was our designer. Even if he had already resigned, it wouldn't enter into force without my signature."

"Santiago's agreed to it."

Raeleigh stared at Jepherson. She knew he wouldn't say yes so easily.

Jepherson chuckled under his breath. "No one knows if he did. Even if you have his signature, it is a

thing of the past. What's more, this can be overturned even with my signature, unless..."

Raeleigh did not wait for him to finish speaking.

"Unless what?"

Jepherson glanced at Raeleigh's wrist. "Unless it's my official seal."

Raeleigh raised her hand and looked at the bracelet on her wrist, then back at Jepherson, "You love

playing mind games, don't you. In this case, even if you are kidnapped, nobody would get anything

substantial because they still need your seal. And so far, I believe that most people, even those you

trust, never even had the chance to see your seal."

Jepherson did not answer. Raeleigh looked at the bracelet. "Sadly, I could never unlock it. If I can, I

believe I will have you give away all your assets."

"But you won't do that."

Jepherson said as he stood up, pouring her a glass of water and placing it before her. Raeleigh was

indeed a little thirsty.

After drinking, she went back to the sketch. If they really did come up with a car using it, how should

they divide the profit?

"What do you want?" Jepherson asked, and Raeleigh thought for a moment. "I want it all, but you

probably won't give it to me. You're insisting Lamarre hasn't terminated his contract with you."

"He really hadn't."

Raeleigh didn't know what else to say.

She gave in to the matter in the end.

"Let's move on then."

Raeleigh went straight to the following topic. Jepherson asked, leaning against his chair, "I reckon you

want to know if the car will belong to your company or mine."

"Yes, although we're not as big as Harvey Group, we're still a rising star. I believe we'll set the trend in

the near future. Even if it's not as influential as yours, it won't be too far off."

"Perhaps it will, in the near future. However, I don't see our collaboration this time as a collaboration; I

prefer to think this is your return to Harvey Group to complete the task you failed to finish three years

ago. If we see this as the task from three years ago, then you're only back as an employee to finish the

job. So, you're now not an interest-based partner but an employee of Harvey Group."

Raeleigh stared at Jepherson. "You are much more cunning now."

"I'd prefer the word sleek."

Raeleigh said nothing; so be it then.

"I can't make this design for you without taking anything in return."

"You can choose not to do it." Jepherson smiled.

Raeleigh looked at him. "You know me like the back of your palm, but I barely know anything about

you. It's a waste for you not to be in politics."

"But the Harvey family has no interest in officialdom."

Raeleigh fell silent, scrutinizing the sketch.

Jepherson knew very well that she would finish the sketch regardless because this was something

Lamarre left behind, so she would strive to complete it.

It was because he knew that that he would bully her so unscrupulously. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I can get it done under the condition that you let Cynthia go."

"Impossible." Jepherson refused firmly. Raeleigh fixed her eyes on him, not knowing what to say. He

was so determined.

She then said later, "I'd have to call Xanthus sooner or later. You are torturing him by doing this; he

hasn't offended you in any way."

"Oh, he has offended me in every way possible. Taking you away is the biggest torture for me."

Jepherson said unconcernedly, rendering Raeleigh at a loss for words.

After a short silence, Jepherson said, "I won't hurt Cynthia, but I won't let her go either. This is not a

matter up for debate."

Raeleigh sat still in front of the sketch until Jepherson picked up a pen and drew at a corner. "You can

leave; I won't stop you, but... you're the one who came looking for me this time. You must've known I've

been looking for you for the past three years, but you never appeared."

"Everyone was watching me running around uneasily, but you never pitied me."

"If you didn't show up this time, I wouldn't hurt Cynthia, but now that you're here, I won't let you leave

so easily."

Raeleigh drifted her gaze to Jepherson. "But I'm married. Are you going to break it up? What's the point

of doing so?"

"If we were to get things straight, it was him who broke us up first, not me."

Jepherson left his seat and walked toward the window. Raeleigh's gaze followed him, watching as he

stood rooted to the spot, looking out.

Raeleigh went over to him, standing right behind, saying, "Maybe you are right, but I've already left

you."

"You didn't!"

Jepherson suddenly turned around and shouted at Raeleigh, startling her. She stared at him, suddenly

at a loss for words. The next moment, Jepherson pulled Raeleigh into his arms.

"Even if you are married, no one can stop me from wanting you. If he has it in him, have him come.

Since he's dead, he should stay dead."

Jepherson held Raeleigh tightly. Raeleigh raised her hand slowly to hug him, staring at the gloomy

world outside the window.

"You're pushing it!"