Sealed with a Kiss

It was a silent summer night in Flume City.

Astrid Northman sat on the sofa, checking the news on her phone.

"Timothy Ferran, the president of the Ferran Group, and Karen Lynn, a popular female artist, attended an official event. The two spent the night together in a hotel. A reporter took pictures of their intimacy..."

The news that suddenly appeared on the hot trends became famous on the Internet.

Astrid pushed her black-rimmed glasses and looked at the photos in the news expressionlessly.

The photo was quite blurry, but she could still tell it was a man kissing a woman by the window.

And the man was her husband, Timothy Ferran, the heir to the largest family in Flume City.

He was an extremely superior person who dominated the entire city's economy.

However,

it was kind of ridiculous that Timothy had never come back even though they had been married for two years.

He didn't even show up when they were married.

Instead, he sent his lawyer to take each other's documents and complete the marriage registration.

Astrid knew that Timothy had always resisted this marriage.

He agreed to marry her because of old Mrs. Ferran.

Astrid's grandfather once saved old Mrs. Ferran, so she asked Timothy to marry Astrid and let her live a happy life.

Originally, Astrid still had a little longing for their marriage.

However, during these two years, Timothy had been having countless scandals with various celebrities...

Astrid pursed her lips, took out her mobile phone, and found Timothy's number.

This was the first time she had called Timothy in two years.

Soon, the call was connected.

"Hi, I'm Astrid."

"Astrid? Astrid who?"

His voice was deep and attractive. Even though his tone was cold, it was still pleasant to hear.

Astrid smirked and clenched the phone tightly.

Sure enough, he didn't even remember his wife's name.

"I am the woman on your marriage certificate."

"It's you. What's the matter?"

The man's tone became colder.

Astrid pushed her glasses and said, "Let's get a divorce."

There was a moment of silence.

Timothy asked, "Have you thought about it?"

"Certainly."

"If you have any conditions, just name them."

"No need! Mr. Ferran, I don't care about your money, and I don't want to share my husband with others. I have already drawn the divorce agreement and won't accept any compensation."

Astrid finished speaking in one breath and hung up the phone directly.

They seemed more like two strangers connected by their marriage certificate.

But from now on, they would have nothing to do with each other ever again!

Astrid went upstairs and took off the black-rimmed glasses, revealing a delicate and pretty face.

Putting the divorce agreement she had prepared earlier on the coffee table, she took her packed suitcase and left calmly.

In the Ferran Group,

the President's Office basked under the warm yellow lights.

The man sitting on the executive chair was wearing the most ordinary white shirt and black trousers, but his simple clothes couldn't conceal his innate noble temperament.

Timothy looked at the screen of his phone and sneered.

His nominal wife finally couldn't bear the loneliness and asked for a divorce!

There was a knock on the door, and his assistant Vincent Galdor walked in.

"Mr. Ferran, it's almost time for your appointment with Mr. Amos."

Timothy hummed lightly, got up, and picked up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair.

"Vincent, remove the news from the hot trends. Also, ask the lawyer to help me get the divorce certificate."

Vincent knew that Timothy was barely close to any woman, but he continued to forge these fake affairs just to wait for this day!

Astrid took a taxi and went to the apartment she had bought.

This apartment was located in the city center, with three bedrooms and two living rooms.

The price was relatively high, and the community was well-equipped.

After putting down her luggage, Astrid stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. She looked at the dazzling night scene outside, took out her phone, and called her best friend.

"Silvia, I'm divorced."

"What? Astrid, you're finally divorced! That's great! Come out and celebrate!"

"Okay."