Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 193
Gerald's heart throbbed as Cathleen returned the words she had spoken to the woman. Surely his words have been very hurt to make the woman insist to end the relationship. But he still tried to defend.
“Sorry if I hurt you because of last night's words, I just want you to understand—” Gerald didn't manage to finish because Cathleen had already cut.
Cathleen's hand rubbed Gerald's arm gently, not forgetting a smile. “Solve first the affairs with your past, no need to think about what I feel. If I stick with you, even if you can split the time for me and Chloe, but I'm a human who must have a selfish and greedy nature. One day I don't want your attention to be divided for another woman, while you feel so guilty about your lover.”
Cathleen clasped Gerald's burly hand and clapped on the surface of the skin. “Chloe's body is fine, lest you regret and feel guilty a second time.”
Gerald stared with an indecipherable highlight. “Give me the documents I signed last night.” He raised his hand. If asked carefully does not make Cathleen undo the intention, then she will prevent it before it is too late.
“Sorry, my lawyer has been brought to court,” Cathleen explained.
“What is the name of your lawyer? I'll cancel our divorce.”
Cathleen shook her head, unwilling to tell. “Which is clear, he is a human.” Seemed to be enough and did not want his heart to waver, he patted Gerald's arm as a cover. “I go in first,” pampitnya.
Gerald could only stare at the back of Cathleen who was starting to move away. Free also he barged in following in if his wife did not waver in the slightest. Divorce is handled by a messenger.
“I have to find his lawyer.” Gerald got back in the car. He immediately headed to a place that might be able to help his matters.
The business of looking for such data usually Gerald asked for help from the Cosa Nostra people. He drove his car there. Get down to see anyone who can help.
“I need help looking for data,” said Gerald to the person guarding the lobby of the Cosa Nostra building.
“Sorry, Mr. Dominique and Giorgio have given orders to everyone not to help you again if you need help,” replied the man in a firm voice without hesitation.
Feeling upset and unwilling, Gerald pulled out a cell phone to call his Daddy to revoke the order. Without leaving from where he currently stands, he communicates with his parents.
“What?” ask Daddy George with a loud voice.
“Please revoke the command so I can exercise the privilege in Cosa Nostra. I desperately need now to find important data,” pinta Gerald without a stale base.
“Oh, do you still need us? After you treated your family like a despicable person, now come begging for help?” Daddy George did not approve of his son's request. Let it be a punishment for being rude to everything.
“I've forgiven you and haven't brought up the matter again. So, please give me more privileges at Cosa Nostra.”
“You have a problem?”
“Yes, Cathleen is suing for my divorce, and it's all taken care of by her lawyer. I have to prevent it before it's too late. So, I need to find out the lawyer's name because my wife doesn't want to tell me who it is.”
“Oh.” Daddy George just answered briefly without further continuation.
“Dad? You want to help me, ‘kan?”
“No, just solve your own problems.”
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...Crouching, brutal ngakak. So do not be rude to your family, the cake feels able to live alone without the help of your aje. Mampus is sukurin...