No Wife, No Life Chapter 47

She looked at Alex with those big, tear-filled eyes that could make anyone's heart ache.

"So, Alex, you trust Harper over me, huh? That's why you shelved the contract."

She paused, then added, "You've always been professional, so why can't you be now?"

Alex's face stayed stern as he replied coldly, "That contract has issues."

Emily wiped her tears and said, "If we sign that contract, the company could make hundreds of millions annually. Plus, I have a good relationship with Mr. Jackson; he wouldn't set me up. I promise, there's nothing wrong with my contract."

A flash of coldness crossed Alex's eyes as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "And if there is a problem? How will you make up for it?"

Emily pouted, feeling a bit defiant.

"But didn't Harper do the same thing when she first joined the company? Why can she do it, but I can't?"

She had a point.

When Harper first joined the company, she insisted on signing a contract that the company didn't favor.

At that time, both Travis and Alex opposed it and forced it down.

But Harper took a gamble and eventually won the trust of that company, successfully signing the contract. Since then, that company has been one of Lavien Group's suppliers.

"Harper staked her career at Lavien Group. Can you do that?"

If there had been an issue with the contract, Harper would have had to leave Lavien Group and pay a hefty penalty.

For a new intern, no one had that kind of courage, but Harper did.

It turned out she had great foresight.

Later, that company grew rapidly, and the price of their products increased several times. Because of the prior contract with Lavien Group, they maintained the original price.

Just this one deal saved the company tens of millions of dollars in procurement costs.

Emily was stunned. She didn't have that kind of courage. She had worked hard to get into Lavien Group and didn't want to leave so easily.

She lowered her eyes, twisting her hands, and said softly, "But I really want to stand by your side. I want to contribute to the company. I'm doing this for you."

Alex coldly replied, "Do your job well. Learn from Harper. Not everyone can reach her level."

Emily's heart sank, but she didn't show it on her face. She softly acknowledged and left, feeling dejected.

In the afternoon, Harper sent Alex a message.

[I'll go back to the villa later to pack my things.]

After all, they were in the process of getting a divorce, and she couldn't leave her things in the villa forever. She had to move them out eventually.

By the end of the workday, Harper still hadn't received a reply from Alex.

She didn't think much of it.

It wasn't unusual for Alex not to reply to messages. In his life, whether he replied or not depended on his mood. She had already informed him, so she would just go after work.

Coincidentally, as she walked out of the office building, she saw Alex driving over in his black Maybach.

Instinctively, Harper wanted to avoid him. But he stopped the car right in front of her.

The window rolled down, revealing his stoic face. "Get in."

Obviously, he had received the message but just didn't want to reply.

Harper felt a heaviness in her heart but said nothing as she walked to the passenger side.

As she opened the door and was about to get in, she heard someone call out, "Harper, that seat is mine."

Emily, dressed in a bright white dress and carrying a designer bag, gracefully walked over.

She brushed past Harper and sat in the passenger seat, smiling sweetly.

"Harper, this seat is mine from now on."

Harper was taken aback by her words.

She was indicating that the seat had changed owners, and Harper would have to sit in the back from now on.

Harper smiled indifferently, opened the back door, and sat down.

Emily fiddled with the car's decorations, casually saying, "Sorry, Harper, but the decorations you left were a bit dirty, so I threw them away."

"I also had Alex's bed completely replaced. It was too dirty to sleep on."

Her tone was light and airy.

So, everything related to Harper was dirty.

Harper stared at Emily without blinking, a slight smile on her lips.

"If that's the case, you can get out of the car now. Because this car was a gift from me."

This black Maybach was a gift from Harper to Alex.

When she joined Lavien Group and secured that contract, she earned a big bonus. She used all of it to buy this Maybach.

"So, you should get rid of the car too."

She said it calmly.

Emily was stunned and glanced at Alex.

Alex's gaze was fixed ahead, as if he hadn't heard their conversation.

Back at the villa, Harper went straight upstairs to pack her things.

Sure enough, many items in the room had been replaced, even their wedding photos had been taken down and thrown into a corner.

After they got married, she had bought many things for the villa.

Alex's desk in his study was something she had bought at an auction.

The large sofa in the living room was custom-made from abroad.

The swing under the tree in the yard was something she had installed.

Five years, and there were so many things connected to her here, too many for her to bear.

She sighed softly.

Since she was leaving, she might as well be thorough.

These old things should be discarded along with the past.

She thought for a moment and only packed her clothes from the wardrobe into a large bag, then carried it downstairs.

At that moment, Alex wasn't working in his study but was sitting on the large sofa in the living room, slowly sipping tea.

Harper glanced at him, then took off the villa's key and placed it on the table in front of him.

"I don't need anything else. You can handle it."

She said it lightly, then turned to leave.

"I'll give the villa to you."

Alex lowered his eyes, took a sip of tea, and said slowly.

He was handsome and elegant. She couldn't help but look at him again.

But so what?

He no longer belonged to her and never would again.

Her heart grew cold, but her face remained calm.

"Fine."

This villa was their marital home. Even if Emily replaced everything she could, it was still their marital home, hers and Alex's.

Emily would mind, and so would he.

She walked back, grabbed the key, and left without looking back.

But as she turned, tears still fell uncontrollably.

For some people, a single turn meant a lifetime of separation.