The Day I Divorced, I Became a Billionaire

After printing the documents, I went out wearing a casual sportswear. I took the subway to the boss' villa, rang the doorbell twice but no one answered, so I pressed the password to open the door and went in.

In the bathroom, Allen was leaning in the bathtub with his shoulders bare, wearing headphones and closing his eyes to rest.

I quickly left the bathroom and called him out "Mr. Lincoln" twice at the door.

"Come in." A deep voice rang out from the bathroom.

I bravely walked in.

"Amy is sick today, so she asked me to come here and get your signature," I said as I handed the document over.

After giving his signature, I took the document, excused myself and was about to leave.

However, he suddenly asked, "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

"The documents need to be sent back to the company. The project department is waiting for them," I replied.

"You ask the project department to send someone to a resort to get the documents and you come with me there to attend a dinner party."

I was stunned ... "I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

Allen glanced at me and responded, "Wearing this outfit is indeed not appropriate."

"I'll count it as overtime."

Well, since I had never attended any high society dinners, I would just treat it as a way to broaden my horizons.

When we arrived at the resort, a special receptionist came to greet us.

Seeing me feeling a bit nervous, Allen patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's just an ordinary dinner event, don't feel burdened."

"Yes," I responded softly. He was a gentle and elegant man. For some reason he made me blush.

The female receptionist was a bit surprised when she saw me dressed in sportswear, but she did not show it and led me to the place where the female guest stayed to rest, while Allen followed another receptionist to another place.

The VIP room was playing light and soothing music and I was feeling a bit lost. Just as I was about to sit down and play with my mobile phone, someone took the initiative to come over and talk to me.

"What are you doing here?"

I looked up and saw Felicya, who was four months pregnant, standing in front of me with heavy makeup and a proud look on her face.

Now she was the legitimate wife of Zayn. Since my divorce, I had never seen Felicya, Zayn, or anyone from the O'Connor Family again.

I had no resentment towards them anymore, but if they dared to provoke me, I was not afraid. "I'll come wherever I want."

"You're not here to work as a waiter, are you?" She sneered and took out a stack of bills from her bag. "I'll give you these as tips. Now get out of here immediately and don't let Zayn and I see you again."

It was really hilarious.

"Felicya, I am indeed working overtime. If you don't want to see me, just take Zayn and get out of here by yourself."

I had no reason to be polite to a mistress.

"You!" She was furious. "You just wait and see."

"I'll wait and see."

A few minutes later, Zayn rushed in, lowered his voice and warned me as he gritted his teeth. "It's best not to let anyone know about our relationship!"

"Brigitta is working here to earn money. She has to make a living on her own now and she didn't mean to come here to cause trouble."

"How disgusting." I sneered.

The soothing instrumental music paired with Felicya's acting skills was like an idol drama.

Zayn glared at me fiercely and said, "Speak politely, bitch!"

Just as I was about to give him a slap, someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder. It was Allen.

"Is he your friend?" Allen's voice was flat, but it had a mysterious sense of dignity.

"Oh ...." I stuttered, not knowing how to answer.

"I'm Allen Lincoln, hello."

Allen reached out his hand. Zayn's face was full of surprise and he quickly reached out to shake his hand.

"I am Zayn O'Connor, hello, Mr. Lincoln."

Of course, he knew the gold owner Allen Lincoln, but he did not have a chance to establish a relationship with him.

"She forgot to wear a dress today, so I took her to change into a dress. Feel free."

As he said that, Allen ignored their gazes and pulled me out.

I did not expect that he really got me a dress.

Then, a special makeup artist came to do my makeup and hair. Because of the limited time, I only put on light makeup.

Surprisingly, my image was completely changed.

"Let's go." He stretched out his left hand, motioning me to hold his arm.

The doors to the dinner party hall opened. Inside, the lights were sparkling and the various dishes and drinks looked delicious and luxurious and everyone's eyes were attracted one after another.

I saw that Zayn’s and Felicya's eyes were full of confusion, resentment and anger.

It was already late at night when we came out of the resort.

Allen had drunk some wine and felt a little tipsy. I felt a bit uneasy and called for a driver to take him home.

After I took off my dress and changed back into my own sportswear, I planned to leave.

Unexpectedly, the man said, "Can you cook some noodles for me? I didn't eat enough just now."

His request was not too much, so I stayed.

"Is that your ex-husband?"

"How do you know that?"

"Your profile says you are divorced."

Facing a handsome, elegant man and he also paid more attention to me ....

It would be a lie to say I was not impressed. I even had some expectations.

His eyes were alluring and I blushed and turned around to wash the vegetables.

Allen suddenly stood behind me, his masculine aura and scent enveloping me and my heart was pounding.

"It will get wet."

"Uh?"

My body trembled inexplicably.

He helped me roll up my sleeves, leaned over to my ear and spoke ambiguously.

"I think you are thinking about something strange."

"Can't you think about it?"

I did not want to be outdone and my wet fingertips run across the back of his hand.

The man's eyes were hazy. "Would you like to stay?"