chapter 215

Chapter 215

“After our marriage, she stopped working and had no income, so she depended on me for support. Everything in the house was purchased with my money. What right does she have to claim any of my assets?” Hank declared arrogantly. “Once I file for divorce, she’ll walk away with nothing. She won’t receive a cent from me.” Previously, Liberty had mentioned that if they divorced, she wanted the money spent on renovations returned to her. However, Hank flatly refused to give her even a single penny. He had refrained from divorcing her because their son was still young and needed someone to care for him.

To Hank, Liberty was nothing more than a free nanny. He relied on her unwavering dedication to caring for their son, ensuring that he wouldn’t have to worry about his child being mistreated by a random caregiver.

Jessica was tempted to inform him that his savings qualified as marital property. If Liberty chose to sue, she could claim half of those savings. Moreover, if Liberty discovered the money Hank had been spending on Jessica, she could pursue legal action against both of them, necessitating that Jessica return the money and items to Liberty. Hank’s position as a manager and his extensive workplace connections made him a formidable opponent. If he did ever divorce Liberty, she would struggle to compete with him. Therefore, Jessica kept her thoughts to herself, fearing that Hank would perceive her as solely interested in his wealth.

On some level, Jessica was genuinely fond of Hank. Within the company, there were many executives, but Hank stood out as the youngest. In his early thirties, he took great care of himself. Each day, he donned a suit, exuding maturity, composure, and handsomeness. Most importantly, he earned a substantial income.

Her brother had mentioned that Hank’s monthly salary was equivalent to his annual earnings. By marrying Hank, Jessica would be regarded as having the best spouse in their community. At that moment, the hotel’s…

Security guards quickly directed them to the side. Then, they spotted a procession of tall men in black suits surrounding a man exiting the hotel. The tall men obstructed the view of many onlookers, while bodyguards cleared a path. Everyone sensed that a prominent figure was leaving the hotel, but only a few could clearly identify him.

Hank and Jessica were also guided aside by the guards. Before they could grasp the situation, the bodyguards had already formed two lines, allowing the man to step out of the hotel. Hank thought his eyes might be deceiving him; as he observed the man in black from a distance, he felt the figure seemed oddly familiar. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get a clear look. The numerous bodyguards shielding the man meant he only caught a fleeting glimpse before he disappeared from view.

“Who was that?” Hank wondered. “He looks a bit familiar. I must have seen him before.” He racked his brain but couldn’t recall the man’s identity.

“Who was that? What an impressive exit! That was so cool!” Jessica exclaimed, her face filled with awe. She was intrigued by the man at the center of the escort. The bodyguards were all tall, powerful, and serious-looking, dressed in suits with cold expressions, yet they were undeniably handsome. Jessica felt as though she had just witnessed a male beauty pageant.

Hank was equally eager to learn the man’s identity. Suddenly, a middle-aged man addressed them. “Do you realize where you are? This is Wiltspoon Hotel, owned by York Corporation. Mr. York often dines here. The man who just left is Mr. York himself. In Wiltspoon, Mr. York is the only one who can make such a grand exit.”

Mr. York’s ostentation primarily served to deter infatuated admirers. He had a strict rule against allowing young women to come within three meters of him.

A part of him resembled Mr. Lafayette from Meadspring.