He's completely lost it, competing with her over something so trivial?
Joel raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, pushing away the clutter of thoughts in his mind. His handsome, striking face gradually eased as he composed himself.
"Understood. Don't worry, you're trying to say that the divorce can't proceed for now, right? Fine, you've already met my grandmother, so this divorce won't be quick or straightforward. I'll wait until after your year-end stockholder meeting is over."
Worried that divorcing her might mean losing the small stake she holds?
Tch...
If not for the fact that she had tricked him into signing that ridiculous agreement while he was drunk—splitting half of her Stewart Corporation shares with him post-divorce—who would care about her measly shares.
Total holdings of just twenty percent, and he'd end up with ten percent from her?
Does he really care about those shares she has?
