Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom
Chapter 1017 News In Foswood

She couldn't bear to revisit all those haunting memories and overcome the hurdles in her heart.

Oliver had complied with all her requests, giving her exactly what she needed. Honestly, only he could give her that.

Lauren had become accustomed to the lifestyle she shared with him.

How could she forget all that?

"That settles it! What I mean is, you can play it cool, but make sure to handle it delicately. Don't let Oliver waste all the effort he's put in and make him think you've already made up your mind to leave. That would be a loss for you," Ivanna spoke the absolute truth, which was precisely what I was concerned about.

"Ivanna's right, Lauren. There's a balance in everything. You really need to navigate this carefully," I added.

"There's a time for everything in life. If he can't endure this, it'll mean he's not sincere. So why force it?" Lauren set down the cup in her hands.

Ivanna and I were left speechless.

After a moment of silence, I asked, "Didn't he catch up with you last night?"

"He did. He stayed outside and talked all night," Lauren said.

I could imagine the scene, one inside and one outside the door. "Looks like Oliver is sincere."

"Does he know you're here?" I inquired.

"He said there was an important meeting today," Lauren replied.

"Well, Lauren, I suggest you torture him a bit. We can set up a scenario if necessary, and you two can reconcile. Just don't be too hard on him. Otherwise, he may give up."

Ivanna's words were blunt but valid.

"We'll see. I want to rest for a bit. Can I use your lounge?" She looked at me. "I feel safe here."

"Sure, go ahead," I said. I watched her as she headed toward the lounge in my office. After all, sending her home now would be impossible with all the reporters outside. Once she entered the lounge, Ivanna sighed. "Why won't it stop?!"

She took out her phone, checked the trending topics, and exclaimed, "Wow! It's gotten over 5 million views! It's really getting a lot of attention."

"What did you expect? Oliver's the leading man, after all!" I scoffed.

I picked up my phone and casually scrolled through the comments. The comments section would always be a mess when something like this happened.

I saw people digging into Lauren's past, detailing when and how she had gotten together with Oliver. It seemed someone had done some thorough research.

Others argued against these

allegations, questioning who could

endure ten years of commitment. Lauren had stayed by Oliver's side and even helped take care of his spouse. Wasn't it obvious she had consented? Why insult her for that?

In any case, the comments were very polarized.

However, it was clear that those digging into her past were making snide remarks. They seemed sour about it.

I even found two pieces of news that had been pushed down by chance.

One stated that Havenhill Corporation had been seized due to mismanagement involving illegal material operations and importing foreign waste, leading to environmental pollution in Foswood. The main suspects had been charged.

Havenhill Corporation... Wasn't that Benedict's company?

I sneered disdainfully.

Served him right!

Trouble would have come to that arrogant man sooner or later.

Of course, I knew whose handiwork this was.

The other gossip video was interesting.

It showed a group of women in a brawl, accusing and berating another woman. In the video, that woman was acting arrogantly, shouting at the others to control their men.

After a heated exchange, they started fighting. The group of women ganged up on the single woman, and she lost even her underwear.

Upon closer inspection, I realized

that the woman in the video was Michelle, and the opposing group had over ten people. It was easy to imagine that Michelle's situation in the fight was dire. It seemed she had incurred the wrath of the crowd.

I knew exactly what happened, but I felt no sympathy for her. Michelle had crossed a line. She had practically made this issue her job and caused a lot of trouble for other people. No wonder her classmates despised her so much.

I couldn't help but feel contempt for her as I thought about how she had exploited her classmates for her dubious activities.

Those men were hateful, but flies like Michelle were equally repugnant.