Camille instantly laughed and mocked when she heard that.
“Are you obsessed with acting like a wealthy young woman? Saying you can ruin someone in one night? Then I will say this, Artemis, just wait for your death!”
Russell looked at me with a cold expression, clearly not treating my words as important.
“You truly cannot be helped.”
My ankle was hurt, my phone was smashed, and I was surrounded from every direction.
Watching that I was about to suffer humiliation, I closed my eyes, drew a deep breath, and said, “Russell.”
“We are getting divorced.”
The moment my words dropped, Russell’s eyes suddenly shrank.
But before he could reply, Camille already coldly laughed. “So now you remember to speak about divorce?”
She crossed her arms, her tone teasing. “Who was the one holding tightly to President Holmes and refusing to release him earlier? Are you really willing to leave?”
The cold look in Russell’s eyes slowly pushed away everything else.
“You want to threaten me using divorce?”
He looked straight at me, his voice dark.