
“Then do you want how?” Eric frowned, looking at him dislikefully, “The Central Park apartment I just thought of as a divorce fee, and I'll give you three million in cash. Don't be greedy.”
“Tuan Fu is really generous.” Alice gave an applause.
“Alice, you..” Eric's angry.
Alice raised her hand, prevented her from finishing the words, then answered directly to the point: “Signature, now I sign, I fear you regret.”
Eric was flabbergasted, long enough for him to answer : “It's just that you're angry like this..”.
Alice furrowed her brows: “Who gets angry?”
The woman walked to the table, looked at the documents, then put her signature on it.
Cut off the relationship, easily.
Eric saw her flabbergasted. Turns out he didn't defend it? Didn't that woman have loved him since the age of sixteen, secretly loved him for seven years?
He said nothing and agreed to divorce....
At the bottom of Eric's heart was mixed feelings, but he also felt relieved.
The woman didn't cry no rebelling, this is better.
Finally he can give status to the woman he loves, can relate openly.
……
After the divorce agreement was signed, she had to wait until next week to arrange the divorce at the civil registry office.
Alice doesn't want to continue living in Eric's villa, packing up some of his luggage and moving to Apatemen Central Park.
The apartment was not large, two bedrooms and one living room, but it was enough to live alone.
He did not return to the Qu Family, there were all torturers and he was not a person who enjoyed being tortured.
The sky slowly darkened and night came.
Alice put on a beautiful red dress, put on high heels, hailed a taxi and headed to the nightclub.
This place is a club with high-end vip members, who come in and out there are all luxury cars, where the children of the rich in the city spend their money.
Alice is not a member and cannot enter.
He stands in an open parking lot, preparing for “pretending to be a victim”.
A black Maybach slowly entered the parking lot, Alice narrowed her eyes and saw clearly the driver of the car, her red lips tilting.
The black Maybach immediately braked.
The car glass is lowered, from the inside appears a handsome face with a firm face angle.
The man in the car was very handsome, his nose pointed, with deep eyebrows and eyes, his pair of black and slightly cold eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping towards the woman in the car.
“Mr...” Alice blinked her shining eyes, and innocently accused him, “Your car hit me.”
He said it plainly and awkwardly, showing his naivety.
This was a pretense that anyone could see, obviously his acting was very bad, but still he was so confident.
Andrew Wijaya furrowed his brows, took a quick look and then slowly said: “You sure?”
Alice nodded her head, patted the dust on her dress, then she got up herself, approached the car window, and smiled: “Master, I'm not asking for damages just take me to the club.”
He tilted his head and continued, “Not that I am so generous?”
The woman was very close, her small face the size of a fist was leaned slowly on the edge of the window, she looked pitiful, yet her pair of cunning eyes emanated a hint of evil intent.
Andrew Wijaya's cold gaze swept over her beautiful, unmoved face and then pressed the car window cover button.
The car glass slowly rose, Alice was not willing to raise her face.
“Surge.” The man said coldly.
“You didn't bring me in, I won't step aside.” Alice insisted on leaning her head against the window of the car, closed her eyes, then denounced in a soft voice, “Cek me, you have hit me.”
The man reached out his hand, his long fingers pressing on the woman's forehead, with all his might pushing her out.
There is no mercy at all.
As the windows closed, the car moved forward and entered the parking lot.
Alice snorted and no longer nagged.
“This beautiful lady, alone is it?”
Beside him another car stopped, the owner of the car was a young master, smilingly giving him a good impression, “So I heard you want to get into the club? Let brother take you in, how?”
Alice moved her eyes, looked at him excitedly and then nodded.