Chapter 8
Soon, Claire, as the temporary head of Avery Group, issued orders to the shareholders.
She had the projects I suggested assessed and, feeling reassured, went ahead with the
investment.
A week later, Claire’s investment projects made a profit.
When she came to me for more advice, I gave her an even bolder idea.
She nearly invested all of Avery Group’s funds into one company, eagerly awaiting good
news.
But I knew, she wouldn’t get the results she hoped for.
At the same time, I sent a message to Eleanor.
[About the divorce, I’ve thought it over, and I can’t bear to leave you.]
Eleanor saw the message and replied instantly. I knew she was just waiting for the right fool to come along.
Twenty minutes later, Eleanor returned home, holding her phone and showing me the latest update.
It turned out she had reported the strip club to the authorities, and all involved, including her six favorite male strippers, had been arrested.
“Keith, I’ve really changed this time. See, I’ve done all this!”
I pulled Eleanor into an embrace, feigning deep emotion.
“Ellie, I truly don’t want to see you again, but my heart just can’t stop thinking about you.
“I can forgive you as if none of this ever happened, but I need you to make me a promise, a promise of love.”
Eleanor’s eyes betrayed a smile she could hardly conceal as she looked at me gently.
“Hubby, a promise is all it takes. Of course, I’m willing!”
I handed her the printed promise form.
Eleanor opened it, and upon seeing the text, seemed much relieved.
“I will never betray love again. If I do, I’ll lose everything.”
She signed her name with a smile, likely thinking I was a foolish, naive idiot.
I pulled out another copy of the promise form and handed it to her.
“One for each of us, as proof.”
Eleanor barely glanced at it before quickly signing her name.
After receiving the signed documents, I made up an excuse to leave the house and drove
to a flower shop, where I had a bouquet of white roses wrapped up.
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to a flower shop, where I had a bouquet of white roses wrapped up.
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On the drive, the car’s music played light, cheerful tunes, and my mood was as high as it
had ever been.
At the cemetery, I found the familiar spot and placed the white roses in front of the tombstone.
A woman’s photo on the tombstone smiled softly, her eyes seeming to speak many words
to me.
“Mom, you’ll soon see me reclaim what belongs to us.”
The evening breeze blew through my sleeves as I rose and headed back to my company.
A young man, my business partner, looked at me.
“Keith, tomorrow our company will be officially established.”
The next morning, Claire called me urgently.
“Keith, what’s going on with those projects you recommended? I saw on the news that it’s
a shell company! Will the money I invested just go down the drain?”
“Investing always carries risks. It’s just part of the game.”
“Keith, I trusted your advice…”
“I’ve always told you I didn’t recommend doing this.”
With that, I hung up the phone.
