After divorce I am a billionaire

Chapter 1067 Alistair Suddenly Appears on a Rainy Night "Anthony!" Mavis glared at him, almost gritting her teeth. "You really have the ability to make people hate you." Every word was pushing her.

To this, Anthony just smiled lightly. "Since you said I'm the most hated person, of course | have to live up to it. But don't worry too much about your public identity for now. It's better for Callahan Group's stock market if we discuss things later. As for your little boyfriend abroad, he probably wants to be with you legitimately too." Mavis felt his words were harsh.

"Yes, in your eyes, career and the honor of the Callahan family are more important than anything else - even your son and that woman named Bryleigh who you might marry due to business interests involved," she said firmly. "Do you also hope for an early divorce so that you can marry Bryleigh legally?" Anthony furrowed his brow slightly and looked skeptical as he asked, "Where did you get the idea that | want to marry Bryleigh?" She didn't answer but kept a cold face.

Suddenly Anthony laughed and even felt better emotionally because of it, "Mavis, do you think I'm having an affair with Bryleigh? Is that why you're jealous?" "lI am not," she replied almost instantly with a determined gaze fixed on him. "All these things were said by Alistair. | just hope that you will pay more attention to your son instead of worrying about whomsoever else. As long as there is a successful divorce between us, then whoever marries whom doesn't matter." It was impossible for her to feel jealous.

Even if there were one thousand or ten thousand women around him, they would have nothing do with her since she wouldn't be one of them anymore.

There was a hint in Anthony's eyes as he stared at her smilingly, "Shouldn't you hope Alistair gets fed up with me? That way when we get divorced in future, then he won't followlike what you want?" He raised his lips slightly while laughing deeper inside himself, "Women are such creatures who say one thing but mean another." "It's up to whatever thoughts cinto your mind," Mavis turned away from him not wanting anything further from their conversation.

He went into the bedroom alone and took out a stack of property deeds from the closet placing them on top of the coffee table - all belonging exclusively to this apartment building.

"I'll have someone cancel your hotel reservation before settling everything here first," He spoke calmly while pointing at those deeds on top off coffee table before continuing ."You can switch apartments every day among these thirty units if desired until everything is settled down here. If something comes up, givecall anytime." Never will there ever be any reason or need whatsoever for contacting him! Mavis had cold eyes filled with resentment towards Anthony as she thought inwardly.

Without saying another word, Anthony soon left the apartment building altogether.

In just a few minutes, the sound of the luxury car engine could be heard from downstairs. As the sound gradually faded away, Mavis felt her mood relax as well. She looked at the pile of property deeds on the table and picked one up to examine it.

The date that the property was transferred to her nwas the day after they received their marriage certificate from the Civil Affairs Bureau? At that time, she was foolishly in love and didn't make any demands in their marriage agreement. She used their one-year relationship to gamble for Anthony's love.

In reality, she lost miserably and left with nothing but bruises all over her body. But it turned out that Anthony had already bought an entire apartment building for her when they first got married. Was this his way of securing a future for her? If she wanted to, she could rent out all the apartments and not have to work anymore - living off easy rental incas a divorced woman. Was this what he had in mind? She couldn't quite put into words how she felt about this revelation, but it certainly wasn't happiness.

Giving away an apartment building was nothing more than compensation for her under their agreement - solving his current problems by marrying him. It wasn't really anything significant.

Mavis closed the deed book and stopped thinking about these things for now; instead focusing on getting srest so that she would have energy later when dealing with Anthony again regarding their divorce.

The Callahans didn't know that Mavis was still alive; Alistair had been sulking in his room ever since being brought back there by force - even refusing to see Paloma.

When Anthony returned hafter hearing about Alistair's refusal to cdown for dinner due to anger issues, he went straight into Alistair's small bedroom.

"You're five years old now yet you still throw tantrums like this? Where did you learn such bad temper?" scolded Anthony sternly while Alistair lay hidden under his blanket listening intently before finally asking, "Where is mommy? Where did you take Mommy?" Anthony raised an eyebrow at him, "You've only met her a few times yet you're already protective over her?" Alistair huffed indignantly while standing tall with hands on hips. "I'm a little man who needs to protect my mommy! You're a big meanie who can't bully or chase my mommy away!" As he spoke those words, he threw his stuffed toy towards Anthony which landed softly without causing any harm but nonetheless made Anthony frown disapprovingly at him.

"Alistair," said Anthony seriously while lowering his voice, "This isn't your playground where you can show off or throw tantrums whenever you want! Don't forget what happened today when you ran away from home. | haven't forgotten." At those words "ran away", Alistair immediately cowered under his blanket muttering quietly, "Daddy is bad... the worst..." Anthony heard it and chuckled. He suddenly remembered Mavis' words today, "most hated", which were equally headache- inducing for both adult and child.

"Alistair." He lifted the small blanket covering his son and gently patted his little butt with his thick hand, speaking in a softer tone. "Do you want to see Mavis every day from now on?" Alistair immediately becinterested and lifted his little head. "Of course | do! But Daddy, are you really that kind-hearted?" Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly as a subtle curve formed at the corner of his mouth. "Then let's play a little game." Rainy night.

The heavy rain fell on the window glass, facing the colorful car lights outside, adding sbeauty to it.

However, Mavis didn't have tto appreciate it because she was asleep.

- Knock knock! - Knock knock knock! The knocking sound was urgent like thunder.

Mavis woke up from her sleep.

Only she and her former landlady lived in this building; how could someone be knocking on her door in the middle of the night? Although she felt strange inside, she still went to open the door.

The corridor was empty with no one around.

Just as she was about to close the door, a tiny figure suddenly jumped out from behind it.

"Mommy~ Surprise!" Alistair had an innocent look on his face while standing with hands behind him and tilting his head cutely with smiling, which made Mavis surprised.

"How did you find your way here so late?!" Alistair giggled mischievously while raising up chin proudly, "I cover quietly by myself! Isn't that amazing?" Mavis crouched down to check him out only finding out that he had dry hair and clothes despite being outside in pouring rain...

As if guessing what Mavis intended to do next, Alistair took out an exquisite umbrella from behind himself, "Don't worry Mommy.

I'm not wet. | brought my own umbrella." He even knew he needed an umbrella when going outside.

Mavis couldn't help but kiss Alistair's small face repeatedly, "My Alistair is so smart." He blushed shyly before sneezing twice symbolically.

"Cinside quickly. Don't catch cold." Taking over her son's wet umbrella, Mavis held onto Alistair's small hand entering into bedroom together.

"This is Mommy's bed." Alistair jumped onto Mavis' bed, pouncing around excitedly making happy laughter sounds all around the room. Mavis took the wet umbrella into bathroom for draining water before coming back sitting beside bed seriously asking, "Tellhonestly. How did you know | am here? And how did you call this way from home? Was this Anthony's idea? Did he make you play any tricks?"