Seeing Sydney, her face darkened. Crossing her arms, she sneered, “What are you doing here? Preston doesn’t want to see you at all. Girl, take my advice—wake up and stop clinging to him. The woman he loves is me.”
Sydney returned the cold gaze, holding up the divorce papers. “If you don’t want to be the shameful mistress your whole life, then have Preston sign this.”
Savannah took the document, surprised and hesitant for a moment. It didn’t take long before greed flashed in her eyes as she realized they were genuine divorce papers.
“You’re really divorcing Preston?” she asked, trying to mask her excitement.
But Sydney just made a move to leave. Fearing she might change her mind, Savannah wasted no time; she pushed the meeting room door open.
This time, the assistant didn’t even try to stop the visitor. His boss had specifically told Savannah she could enter anywhere freely.
When Preston saw her, there was no trace of annoyance at being interrupted. Instead, his expression softened as he asked her gently.
“Savannah, what brings you here?”
Savannah flipped straight to the last page. “Preston, sign here.”
He didn’t even glance at it; he just signed his name.