Seraphina Quinn gave a noncommittal hum. "I came back to Aurelium yesterday, after you told me to get lost."
Damian Fairchild fell silent, his only response the sound of his breathing growing deeper and heavier.
Seraphina Quinn continued, "If you're in a hurry for the divorce, you can just sign the papers and send them to me via overnight express." After a pause, she added, "If there's no rush, then I can sign them when you come to Aurelium."
The moment Seraphina Quinn finished speaking, a dial tone sounded from the other end of the line.
Damian Fairchild had hung up on her.
Seraphina Quinn stared at the disconnected call on her screen and frowned slightly, feeling rather puzzled.
'What in the world does Damian Fairchild mean by this?'
'He was the one who forcefully demanded the divorce, and he was also the one throwing a tantrum.'
Seraphina Quinn found him utterly baffling.
However, she wasn't in the mood to dwell on what Damian Fairchild was thinking.
