CHAPTER 225

Nina’s gaze remained on the documents as she calmly said, “I’m still in my position, and Mr. York also needs a new secretary. Naturally, I’ll do my duty and choose a good one for you.” Despite her words, Nash felt a slight annoyance. Was she trying to escape from him?

“I wonder when Mr. York will have time?” Nina reiterated, “We agreed to get divorced when the three-year term expired. Mr. York would not go back on his word, would he?”

Nash pursed his lips, remaining silent. Nina looked up at him again and said, “I hope Mr. York keeps his promise, for both your sake and mine…”

“Quincy, leave!” Suddenly, Nash’s voice was sharp.

This command startled Nina. Watching Quincy leave, she felt a sense of suffocation in the now-empty space with only her and Nash. Looking into his eyes, she sensed something was wrong. She could not figure out what she said wrong. Was not divorce better for them? He got the shares, she gained freedom, each getting what they wanted. What made him unhappy?

She did not have time to ponder Nash’s unpredictable mood. It was time to leave work, and with everyone gone, being alone together was inappropriate. Moreover, Nash’s gaze was unsettling. Feeling a bit apprehensive, she stood up, intending to quietly leave. But before she could take two steps, Nash grabbed her hand. With a loud thud, she was pressed against the side of the desk, unable to move. All the resumes on the table fell to the ground.

Her breath caught as she stared into Nash’s eyes, nervously asking, “Mr. York, what do you want to do?”

“So eager for a divorce, is there someone else?” Nash looked at her and spoke.

Nina braced herself against the desk, feeling the pressure from Nash. She struggled to keep her footing and turned away. “Is it any of your business?” she retorted.

Nash, still seething with anger, found Nina in his line of fire. He smirked coldly, grasped Nina’s chin, and turned her towards him. “What does it matter? Can you even ask such a question? We’re still married. Before we divorce, you’re getting involved with other men. Shouldn’t ask about that?”

Nina’s face paled as she stared into his cold, piercing eyes. “Do you think this is fair?” she asked.

“What’s fair or unfair about it?” Nash replied.

Nina forced a bitter smile. “I never a bitter

pry into your affairs because I know my boundaries. Between us, other than this marriage certificate, there’s nothing else. So why do you demand this of me? Are you being too harsh on me?”

“In this world, fairness doesn’t exist,” Nash stated, locking eyes with Nina. “Nina, you can’t still be this naive, seeking fairness.”

Nina clenched her fists and asked, “Then why not divorce? Why can’t I leave? What use am I to you? Tell me, I can give you anything, and then we’ll be even!”

At her question, Nash’s expression changed slightly, sensing there was more to her words. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Nina continued, “I heard it all. You

married me for the shares in Grandpa’s hands. After three years, you can get that share. That’s why you agreed to divorce after three years. Im just a pawn in your hands. Once you’re done using me, you can discard me, right? So why haven’t you divorced yet? Is there a new use for me?”