Chapter 67



After signing both copies of the divorce agreement, Kallie placed them in a document bag and booked a local courier to deliver them to Jake later.

Kallie had few possessions to take with her. Despite her upcoming trip to Halstead and her departure from the Reeves residence, she refused to bring along any of the luxurious items Jake had gifted her. She wouldn’t take a single thing.

Apart from her daily essentials, Kallie only had a few childhood mementos, all of which could easily fit into a small bag.

With her belongings packed, Kallie headed downstairs.

“Are you deaf or something?” Shirley’s voice rang out. She had instructed the butler to retrieve the keys to Kallie’s bedroom before Kallie emerged. Upon seeing her, Shirley rushed over.

“The mute’s turned deaf too! Can’t you hear me? I’m talking to you! Have you lost your mind?” Shirley spat out her questions.

But this time, Kallie looked Shirley directly in the eyes—a marked change from her usual timid demeanor.

Dressed in a sleek black suit and wearing heels that added to her height, Kallie now stood taller than Shirley, her presence exuding a newfound confidence.

Her naturally pretty face, now accentuated with light makeup, carried a fierce edge. Just one glance from her unleashed a commanding aura that left Shirley momentarily speechless.

Shirley was stunned. Was this the same Kallie who had once knelt at her feet, silently scrubbing floors, too scared to make a sound even when she accidentally stepped on her hand?

Suddenly, Kallie raised her hand. With her palm facing herself and the back of her hand outward, she made a dismissive gesture at Shirley, as if to say, “Get lost.”

“You! You…” Shirley stammered, her throat tightening with fury. She clutched her chest in disbelief, watching as Kallie strode past her. Finally finding her voice, she hurried after her. “I’ll give you a piece of my mind…”

At that moment, Kallie stopped in front of the door.

Shirley nearly collided with her, stopping just in time. She began berating Kallie loudly but didn’t dare lay a hand on her.

Ignoring Shirley’s tirade, Kallie lowered her head and typed on her phone. The AI voice spoke for her: “Discuss the divorce with your son. If he agrees, I will leave the Reeves family at once.”

Shirley was speechless, unable to respond.

Without another glance, Kallie walked out to the front yard and handed the document bag to the courier.

A sleek black Audi was parked by the curb. As Kallie exited the gate, Irene leaned out from the driver’s seat, waving. She had come to accompany Kallie on the business trip.

The Hayes Group, aware of Kallie’s upcoming participation in the promotional video, had been incredibly supportive and had quickly organized her itinerary.

“Our plane is almost ready. I doubt we’ll have to wait once we’re at the airport. We’ll bypass the usual checks with VIP access and head straight to boarding,” Irene informed her.

As the villa disappeared from view in the rearview mirror, Kallie felt an overwhelming sense of relief, as if she was finally free to live her life on her own terms.

After clearing security at the airport and settling into her seat, Kallie turned to Irene, gesturing for her help with a phone call.

Kallie assumed that the divorce papers had been delivered to the Reeves Group headquarters, but without notifying Jake, he wouldn’t know. The reception desk wouldn’t automatically forward everything addressed to Jake to his office.

Irene’s eyes widened in surprise at Kallie’s request. With a nod and barely contained excitement, she responded, “Of course!”

Kallie’s personal life, full of drama, was no secret. Anyone involved in high society, or even those following online gossip, was likely familiar with the turbulence surrounding her.

Jake, the head of the city’s largest corporation, was constantly in the public eye. He made headlines frequently, with new rumors swirling around him daily.

For those less informed, Sarah might be mistaken as the true Mrs. Reeves.

But Kallie, the real Mrs. Reeves, was Jake’s elusive childhood sweetheart—a mysterious figure rarely seen in public, often referred to as “the world’s most hidden legal wife.”

Irene was fully aware of this. And now, entrusted with the task of making the call, she was even more excited than Kallie.

When Irene got through to Edgar, her voice brimmed with confidence. “Edgar, right? I’m Kallie’s assistant. The divorce papers have been sent to the Reeves Group headquarters. Make sure Mr. Reeves signs them immediately!”

With that, Irene ended the call.

On the other end of the line, Edgar stood frozen at the conference room door, momentarily stunned. He was one of the few employees at the company who knew Kallie’s true identity. The rest of the staff simply saw her as the woman who occasionally delivered lunch to their CEO, completely unaware she was his wife.

As instructed by Jake, Edgar had exchanged contact information with Kallie for necessary communications.

However, Edgar had never imagined the first call from Kallie would involve such a serious matter.

“Go to the front desk,” Edgar quickly instructed an employee to retrieve the document bag. Soon after, he had the divorce papers in hand. But he wasn’t sure how to present them to Jake without causing a scene.

The mood in the conference room was light. The Reeves Group had just successfully navigated a smear campaign, and there was a celebratory air at the meeting.

The vice presidents and executives were discussing the source of the leak that had fueled the campaign.

“Mr. Reeves, outside of your family, no one knew about your medical appointments, correct?”

“We wouldn’t have known about Mr. Reeves collapsing at the office if not for today’s news!”

“Only Edgar knew. He arranged for a helicopter to rush Mr. Reeves to the hospital. The rest of us thought Mr. Reeves was meeting with a client that day.”

“Edgar wouldn’t betray us. If the leak didn’t come from the hospital, it must have come from inside Mr. Reeves’ home… Does your wife know these details?”

While some of them began to suspect Kallie, they kept their thoughts to themselves. Given Jake’s history with scandals, it seemed plausible that his wife might want revenge.

“She wouldn’t do that.”

Jake had been silent until now, but as soon as he spoke, the room fell quiet.

Just then, Edgar approached Jake. “Mr. Reeves, your wife sent this.”

Edgar’s voice was barely a whisper.

Jake frowned as he opened the document bag. Upon seeing the words “divorce agreement,” he let out an angry laugh.

“Where is she?” Jake tried calling Kallie, but her phone was turned off.

Edgar quickly checked and reported back, “She’s likely on a plane, just boarded, possibly preparing for takeoff to Halstead.”

“Why Halstead?” Jake’s expression darkened. “Contact the airport. Stop that plane from taking off! Get her off that plane!”

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