Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time

Chapter 524

---- Chapter 398 Saturday night, Maggie accompanied Old Mrs. Miller to an opera performance. When they

reached the ticket gate, a man who'd attracted plenty of attention nearby spotted them, broke into a smile, and

strode over. "Maggie." Hearing her name, Maggie turned and saw Glen coming through the crowd. She lifted her

eyes and smiled. "What a coincidence. You cto see the maestro too?" It wasn't a coincidence. Glen had

arranged it.

At the company he always called her "Miss Miller." This was the first time-other than on the day of his ----

interview-that he addressed her as "Maggie." Seeing she didn't mind, he smiled lightly, introduced himself

properly, and greeted Old Mrs. Miller. "Good evening, ma'am." "Hello," the old lady replied with a smile. Young

people who like opera are rare these days. And the way Glen looked at Maggie as he spoke... As a bystander, Old

Mrs. Miller immediately understood his feelings. But since Maggie seemed oblivious, she said nothing. Noticing it

was just Maggie and Old Mrs.

Miller, Glen asked, "You didn't bring the child? She doesn't like opera?" At the mention of Isabella, Maggie's smile

faded a touch. Isabella had said she'd be back in New York at noon and wanted Maggie to take her out once she

returned. It was already evening-Isabella was back, but hadn't asked Maggie to pick her up, nor called after

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returning. Maggie hadn't taken it to heart. She was used to it. "Something like that," she answered mildly. ----

Glen had thought it a good topic to chat on, but her cool tone-and the chill that flashed across her face when he

mentioned the child-surprised him.

Then he supposed she might be upset about not getting custody. Sensing she didn't want to talk about it, he let

the subject drop. Inside, he swapped his two front-row tickets to sit beside Maggie. He'd done his homework on

opera and tossed a few easy topics to Maggie and Old Mrs. Miller. The three of them chatted pleasantly. Near the

end, when the hall had fallen into rapt silence, Maggie's phone buzzed softly. She glanced down: a message from

Franklin. "Grandma's much better. Thank you for visiting her so often these days.

Are you free on Monday?" She needed only the first line to know what he would say. ---- He was, as expected,

texting to set the divorce in motion. She typed back: "Yes." His reply cfast: "Good. See you in the morning."

Maggie didn't respond. She put her phone away and fixed her eyes on the stage again. The show had reached its

climax. Glen turned to say something, but the look on Maggie's face made his smile falter. The words died. He

could tell she was in a very bad mood.

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