Chapter 85

After a moment of hesitation, Mia answered the call.

“Hello? May I know who’s on the line?”

“Hello, Ms. Bowen. I’m Mr. Barrett’s lawyer, and I’ll be in charge of your divorce with him. May I know if

you’re free to meet now?”

Lowering her gaze, Mia answered, “Yes.”

She hung up and stroked her belly. She didn’t see the need to be concerned about the divorce

agreement since she had signed it.

It was like Timothy and her were from two different worlds.

Mia went to the café to meet the lawyer.

“Nice to meet you. Is there anything I have to do?”

“The divorce agreement outlines the division of the assets. Mr. Barrett allocated three properties, one

storefront, a Maserati, and a total of ten million in stocks and cash to you. Please take a look at it. If you

have no further issues, please sign the agreement, and I’ll handle the subsequent procedures.”

Mia glanced at the assets. She didn’t even pay any attention when she signed the agreement initially,

nor did she spot the sum of the assets.

After all, Sharon had her sign a prenuptial agreement stipulating that in case of divorce, she should

leave with nothing.

Yet, little did she expect Timothy to be this generous. The value of those three properties exceeded

millions of dollars.

Mia handed back the documents as she stated, “I don’t want these.”

She didn’t need these. It felt like they were being given as an act of compassion.

If she accepted them, wouldn’t it imply that she only married into his family because she was after the

money?

Tony was stunned.

As if he couldn’t hear her clearly, he repeated himself, “Ms. Bowen, are you sure about that? According

to your prenuptial agreement, Mr. Barrett doesn’t have to give you any property. Nonetheless, he still

did. I suggest

you think twice about it.”

He had dealt with many divorce cases, but it was rare for him to come across someone who would

refuse any property unless they had some ulterior motives. After all, he was used to seeing couples

fighting over property.

When Mia heard Tony, she said in a self-deprecating manner, “I don’t want any of these. I’m leaving

with nothing. Just tell Timothy that.”

Right after she said so and got up, she heard Timothy say coldly from behind her, “If you have

something to

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Timothy couldn’t help but rise from his seat. He expected Mia to accept these assets without skipping a

beat. Yet, to his surprise, she refused to do so.

Or was it because it wasn’t enough for her? Was it much less than what her new boyfriend gave her?

Was his assets incomparable to the tiny house she had?

Mia didn’t expect Timothy to be here as well.

With an awkward expression, she replied, “I think I’ve made it very clear just now.”

He went up to her and said, “If you chose to leave with nothing, why did you sign the agreement in the

first place? Since you signed it, why are you acting high and mighty now by saying you don’t need it?

Aren’t you tired of playing hard to get?”

Mia found this to be absurd.

She glanced up at him and replied calmly, “You can think whatever you want.”

She wanted to leave, but he grabbed her by the arm.

“What’s wrong? Can’t explain yourself after being exposed?”

Finally, Mia couldn’t hold back and snapped, “Mr. Barrett, you’ve been saying I’m playing hard to get.

Where’s the evidence?”

“Here,” Timothy replied as he took out a small white bottle from his pocket.

When Mia saw the familiar folic acid bottle, her expression changed.