"You!" Scarlett choked on her words, her breath caught in her throat.
"After so many years of marriage, you haven't even laid a single egg. But look at me, I'm carrying the future heir of Dimension Tech in my belly," she sneered.
"You'd better be smart and step aside. Considering how long you've been with Dexter, I'll ask him to compensate you generously. Otherwise, you won't get a cent," she added, her tone smug, as if she were already the company's future mistress.
I burst out laughing, "Dreaming already? It's not even dark yet."
"A hen that lays eggs is still a chicken. Are you proud of being a chicken? Want me to start a live stream and help you advertise?" I said mockingly, staring at her smug face.
Scarlett's body trembled with rage, but she was speechless.
After leaving the company building, I turned off the recording on my phone. I really had to thank Scarlett for willingly delivering the evidence to me when I had been struggling to gather it.
Shortly after, I received a call from Mr. Vaughn, informing me that the divorce agreement had been sent to my email.