"What, she's telling me to handle the divorce procedures tomorrow?"
In the Wellington Entertainment office, Dylan Wellington looked up from behind his desk, reviewing some documents.
His seductive eyes, already wicked and cold, flashed with a hint of malice.
"Y-yes..." Tom Nelson, nearly frightened to tears by his young master's gaze, quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet Mr. Wellington's eyes.
Seeing his subordinate's reaction, Dylan Wellington realized that his expressions and actions were too influenced by Skye Brown.
Immediately, he darkened his face: "Heh, divorce it is. Just what I wanted. Tell her to wait at the Civil Affairs Bureau entrance tomorrow morning at 10:00. If she's late for even a second, I won't wait for her..."
Tom Nelson: "..."
After finishing his words, Dylan Wellington lowered his head and continued looking at the documents in his hands, his expression extremely cold.
