Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 16: My Wife Is Hard to Handle, Only Lawyer Hale Can Deal with Her

Chapter 16: Chapter 16: My Wife Is Hard to Handle, Only Lawyer Hale Can Deal with Her
Tristan: "Are you really busy, or have you gone to complain again?"
Claire paused, curling her lips in a sarcastic smile: "Now that you mention it, you reminded me. Next time I go back to visit the Lockwood Family, I should have a good chat with Grandpa and Grandma about you and the Princess and the Pea story."
As soon as she finished speaking, her throat felt a bit itchy, and she coughed uncomfortably.
"Are you sick?"
Tristan’s voice remained icy cold, usually even when talking to patients, he’d be warmer than this.
She didn’t really want to engage with him: "You called me three times in a row just to test if I’ve ed you?"
"Otherwise?" His emotionless voice came over, "Do you think I’d actually care if you don’t come home?"
Claire didn’t respond, hanging up the phone directly.
She even regretted asking that last question. Their meetings depended on chance; neither ever cared about each other’s whereabouts, let alone called purposely to check-in.
Clearly, his exception this time with consecutive calls was to protect the Princess and the Pea and to probe whether she would take any action.
However, Claire did not expect to see Tristan’s car parked at the entrance of the office in the evening.
His Audi was brazenly parked on the street, shiny and conspicuous.
Not to mention, the tall and handsome man standing in front of the car.
With a luxury car and a handsome man, even a dog would stop and take a look.
Besides, the amazed glances from everyone around fell on Tristan.
But Claire wasn’t just anyone. She was already tired of Tristan’s more attractive looks, so the moment she saw him, she quickly looked away.
A colleague unable to resist his cool hormone aura boldly approached and chatted, saying, "Hey handsome, here to pick up your girlfriend after work?"
Tristan raised his gaze slightly, glanced briefly at Claire, and withdrew his look, saying plainly, "Are you from Yiran Law Firm?"
"Yes! Are you here for legal consultation?"
"I’m looking for your boss."
Claire had just received her takeout from the delivery boy and paused when she heard this, about to speed up back to the office, but her colleague naturally called out to her, "President Hale, there’s a case!"
She turned back, meeting Tristan’s meaningful gaze, not really wanting to engage, casually asking, "Consult on what?"
Tristan stared at her, saying, "Divorce."
Her arm holding the takeout bag stiffened a bit, and she lied expressionlessly, "We don’t handle divorce cases here."
"Fifty million, is that enough?" Tristan showed a number with his elegant fingers, "Succeed, and I’ll double it for you."
Claire was unmoved, steadily looking at Tristan.
She figured out his intent, which was to urge her to divorce.
Probably since she caught a glimpse of the Princess and the Pea last time, to avoid prolonging the situation unnecessarily, he’d rather not pretend anymore.
"I can’t handle it; seek someone more competent."
"That’s not acceptable." Tristan clearly didn’t plan to let her off easily, "My wife is troublesome, only someone like Lawyer Hale can handle her."
Claire had no intention of continuing to chat with Tristan, so she turned to leave.
Just now, the colleague standing aside was dumbfounded.
That was a white million!
An unimaginable case indeed!
And it was President Hale’s specialty divorce case; how could she refuse to take it!
Yet, if the boss refused, she dared not make decisions on her own, only able to watch that million slip away.
Just as she was regretting, she noticed that the million wasn’t driven away by Claire Hale’s eviction but instead took a long stride following Claire into the elevator.
The last second before the elevator closed, Tristan entered.
Inside the elevator with just the two of them, Claire glanced at him and said, "If you want to file a divorce lawsuit, you can find someone else, I’ll accompany you to the end."
In any case, whoever he finds will lose.
Not that she’s overly confident, just based on the clearly stated divorce facts, in the absence of any fault on her part, unless she personally agrees, even if she litigates herself, it won’t succeed.
"I won’t look for others, just you."
He suddenly approached her, in the confined narrow elevator, their breath intertwined.
"Aren’t you fond of money? How come a billion doesn’t satisfy you?"
Claire’s breathing became a bit difficult; she took two steps back, creating distance between them, her lips curved slightly into a faint smile, "No way, your automatic teller machine and shape massager combo is too perfect, I can’t find a substitute, and I’m reluctant to let go; if anything, blame it on your outstanding performance."
His expression instantly turned cold.
The elevator reached the company floor, Claire walked out, and upon passing the front desk, she was suddenly pulled back, Tristan directly pressing her onto the front desk.
The sky was dark; the rest of the company had already left, leaving the expansive office space just the two of them, air so still only the sound of their breathing and clothing friction could be heard.
"Let go of me."
The camera was right in front, Claire’s body was already uncomfortable, and she was feeling a bit breathless.
As Tristan’s nose grazed her skin, she pushed him away in strong rejection.
"You said yourself I perform too well and you’re reluctant; wouldn’t I be not meeting your expectations if I didn’t fulfill them?"
He clamped her wrist with one hand, lifting his head from the nape of her neck, his eyes chilling.
Claire felt cold all over.
"What do you think, if someone suddenly came back and saw their boss doing this at the company, what would they think?"
Just as he finished speaking, the elevator arriving sound actually echoed from beyond the glass door.
Tina Hayes returned specifically because she was concerned about Claire.
The boss had been overworking lately, cases handled one after another, the performance soaring, though it was clear to anyone that her body couldn’t take it.
During yesterday’s meeting, Claire almost fainted due to low blood sugar.
Messy materials scattered across the front desk, filling the air with an unsettling aura. Tina was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Claire’s office; the lights were on.
She slowly walked over, knocked on the door, and said, "President Hale, you seemed unwell today; would you like me to go to the hospital with you?"
There was no response.
Claire’s office walls were frosted glass; from outside, only blurred shapes were visible.
Tina lingered outside the door, suddenly spotting two intertwined figures.
Her face turned red from neck to ears, her steps stumbling chaotically as she left in haste.
Inside the office.
Claire was held in Tristan’s grip, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window.