Divorce Clock Ticking by Evangeline Moss

Chapter 56 Henry's eyes blazed with anger. Even though Angela's words had irked him earlier, he didn't mean to tick Angela off this much.

Debra shot him a cold look, disappointment etched across her face. "Hen, I thought we'd be happy this taround, but since we got back together, you keep makingfeel like I'm getting a raw deal. I need to rethink our relationship." Watching her walk away, Henry hesitated for a moment but chose not to chase after her.

"Are you satisfied now, Ms. Lewis?" Henry asked.

Angela met Henry's frosty stare with an indifferent expression and retorted, "What's it got to do with me? You're the ones starting all this." 'If he and Debra hadn't chere, things wouldn't have blown up like this,' she thought.

However, being a woman, Angela understood that Debra's actions were just a ploy to get Henry to cand comfort her. It wasn't a genuine desire to break up.

After saying her piece, Angela walked straight into the Empyria Group.

Over the next two weeks, Kenneth's injuries significantly improved, and he started working at the Sinclair Group. When Angela felt the twas right, she got in touch with Joseph and set up a meeting at a fancy restaurant. At eight o'clock in the evening, Angela arrived on time.

Joseph grinned upon seeing Angela.

"Hi, Angela, it's been a while." Seated across from him, Angela grabbed the menu. "Joseph, dinner's on you tonight, right?" Raising an eyebrow, Joseph replied, "Yeah. Order whatever you like. I can cover the bill." Without hesitation, Angela selected several dishes she fancied. After handing the menu to the waiter, she glanced at Joseph.

"You're so nice," she said.

Joseph chuckled. "Oh, con. If I didn't treat you tonight, you probably wouldn't cool down easily." Angela snorted, flashing a sly smile. "You know the deal. Don't spill my secrets to Leif again, treating them like gossip. You know, I've got a few interesting tales about you to share with Leif." Joseph shook his head helplessly. "Leif pushedinto it. You know, among us, Leif favors you the most. He must be curious about your recent life." "Next time, if Leif asks you, tell him to cand askdirectly." "That's a good idea." Seeing the amusement in his eyes, Angela rolled her eyes, impatiently saying, "I plan to head back hnext week. Wanna calong? Leif mentioned you haven't been back in three years." "Sure, without you, Leif wouldn't letgo back." Angela glanced at him. "Well, if you cback with me, and Leif gets really mad and wants to pummel me, you can help hold him back a bit." "That serves you right," he commented.

He looked quite pleased. "Back when you helped Kenneth with his leg, Leif advised you, but you didn't listen. Now you're helping him for the second time. I bet that he will definitely punish you." Angela was speechless. 'Could he just cutsslack?' she wondered.

"Last time, I was indeed impulsive. But this time, his leg injury is somewhat my fault too..." she explained. Joseph furrowed his brows. "What happened?" Angela pressed her lips together. "Don't ask. Anyway, regardless of the reason for his leg injury this time, I must help him recover. After he's healed, we'll be even, and we can each go our separate ways." Joseph, noticing she wasn't eager to spill the beans, didn't push and inquired, "You are taking him along when you go back?" Angela shook her head. "Once I fix his leg, we won't cross paths again. I also don't want him to find out my true identity." She had considered taking Kenneth back earlier, but their relationship had hit a rough patch lately, and she didn't want to stir up trouble.

Looking at her face, Joseph disapproved. "At least let him know the effort you've put into fixing his leg." Angela couldn't help but smirk. "So what? To make him feel guilty? I just want a clean break, steering clear of any future complications." Joseph shot her a stern look, torn between pity and frustration. "I've never seen someone as naive as you." Angela chuckled and shifted the conversation elsewhere.

Later that evening, Jennifer and Debra were also dining at the srestaurant. John Anderson, who had a crush on Jennifer during their studies abroad, tried pursuing her, but Jennifer never reciprocated. During their recent resort visit, Jennifer and Debra bumped into John, who turned out to be the son of the famous domestic director, William Anderson.

William's upcoming film, Generations, had sscenes shot at the Hastings Group's resort. John decided to tag along for a few days.

Generations was a big-budget deal, spinning a yarn about a disguised princess and an enemy prince falling head over heels. With a cool sixty-million-dollar budget and A-listers like Patrick and Barbara Thomas, the film was creating a buzz even before hitting the screens.

Given their knack for good scripts and William's reputation for producing top-notch films, Generations beca hot topic even before its release.

Knowing Debra's Hollywood dreams, Jennifer had had smeals with John. This time, Debra and Jennifer set up this dinner with John and William to open sdoors.

Generations had a small part for a maid that they hadn't cast yet. William figured Debra's look suited it, so he had her give it a shot on the spot.

Even though Debra was a bit green in the acting department, handling this less significant role was good enough. William gave her the role, and she was to sign the contract the next day. After dinner, as they strolled out, John, who walked by Jennifer, hit the brakes.

"John, what's the hold-up?" "Jennie, that girl over there looks a lot like you."

Jennifer instinctively checked where he was gawking, catching sight of Angela's face and the stranger across from her. Jennifer narrowed her eyes and smirked. "Similar faces are a da dozen. I just realized my car keys are in the room. You head out. I'll catch up."

After shooing John away, Jennifer found a quiet spot, snapped a picture of Angela and Joseph at dinner, and sent it straight to Kenneth. [Kenneth, I just saw Angela grabbing a bite with sstranger. Friend of yours?] Kenneth's reply was swift.

[Where are they?] Jennifer's smile grew. 'Seems like Kenneth doesn't know the guy,' she thought.

She sent the restaurant nand made her exit.

After dinner, as Angela returned and entered the villa, she felt Kenneth's eyes on her, chilly and intense.

"Where were you tonight?" he asked.

Kenneth's questioning tone made Angela unconsciously furrow her brows.

Nonchalantly she replied, "Had dinner with a friend. Any issues with that?" Kenneth's gaze turned frostier. "Was it a guy or a girl?" "You're delving too deep, Mr. Sinclair." "Don't forget, we're not divorced yet. Going solo for dinner with someone else? Shouldn't you get my green light first?" he questioned.

Angela widened her eyes abruptly. "Did you have someone tailing me?" "If you act right, who'd bother tailing you?" he said.