"Thank you, Mrs. Clavel," Amari said evenly. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave so you can rest."
Emilia's expression shifted—anger flaring so violently it was a wonder she didn't explode right there.
Was Amari really going through with this divorce?
But then, Emilia's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Amari, you're doing this on purpose. You know the Clavel family is in this
state—if you divorce now, the project we're discussing will be affected. That project is worth no less than ten billion. What is it? Do you want a cut of it? Or are you using the divorce to bargain for a bigger share?"
A sharp, bitter laugh escaped Amari.
So this is where Sebastian got it from, she thought. Like mother, like son—both arrogant to the bone.
Yes, the Clavels were rich. But money had never been something she lacked.
"Mrs. Clavel, you're overthinking it. The divorce agreement is already clear. I'm leaving the house with nothing."
