Boss, Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce, Again
Chapter 252

Chapter 252

Tim's eyes were as cold as a viper's when he heard what Tina had said, but he kept his voice light ashe countered gently, “There is no need to kill her; sometimes living can be far more torturous thandeath.”

"What does that mean?” Tina frowned on the other line, obviously displeased to hear that herefused to kill Sonia.

The white light refracted off Tim's glasses as he explained with forced patience, “What I mean is thatwe could rustle up a couple of men to ruin her completely while recording the process. That way,the child she’s carrying will be as good as gone, and she would be so agonized that she'd beg fordeath.”

Tina lit up at this. “You're right. Killing her would be doing her a favor, so we might as well let hersuffer in purgatory for the rest of her life. I must say the plan is a very appealing one indeed.”When all was over and done with, Toby wouldn't think about loving a tainted and ruined Soniaanymore, even if he were to discover that she was Maple.

Sonia's life, on the other hand, would be completely destroyed. She would never be able to keepher head high in society anymore, and she would live the rest of her days being ostracized byeveryone. Even Paradigm Co. would become the laughingstock of the industry because of herdisgrace.

Indeed, killing her would be too easy on her, especially when she deserves far worse punishmentsthan death. Tina was practically trembling with twisted anticipation as the thought cemented in hermind.

On the other line, Tim mused with a dark and unreadable expression, “Am I right to presume you'reon board with the idea?”

“Yes.” Tina nodded decisively. She was much more than agreeable to the idea; she could hardly waitto see it come to fruition! Seized with newfound excitement, she urged, “When do you plan onstriking?”

“Tomorrow. Would you like to come over and see the plan in action?” Tim asked slowly as he turnedhis scalpel this way and that.

Tina looked dazed for a moment, then deviously smiled as she quipped, “Of course. I want to seeSonia dragged into prison personally!”

Bored, Tim flicked his thumb against the edge of the blade of his scalpel and drawled, “Very well. I'lllure Sonia over to Bay Street tomorrow. There's hardly ever a crowd, and you can wait for me there.”Tina hung up the call, and she grew giddy with excitement as malice filled her eyes. “You're donefor, Sonia!”

"Ah-choo!” In the presidential office at Fuller Group, Sonia had only just opened her notebookwhen she felt a sharp prickling sensation in her nose, and before she could stop herself, she let outa sneeze.

Toby placed a cup of tea in front of her and asked casually, “Feeling cold?”

“I'm fine,” Sonia replied, sniffing as she drew her fitted blazer tighter around herself.

The thermostat in the office had been turned on. The temperature was fine, but there was amoment earlier when Sonia had felt a chill running down her spine and raising goosebumps alongher skin.

Meanwhile, Toby pursed his lips in mild dismay when he saw Sonia's gesture and cranked up theheating by a fraction. “That should keep the room warm,” he declared.

“Thank you, President Fuller.” Sonia flashed him a courteous smile. She didn't think that he wasdoing this out of concern for her. Rather, it was a considerate gesture on his part to make sure hisbusiness partner didn't catch a cold. She would have done the same thing if she were in his shoes.Presently, Toby hummed in response and made no other remark, then set the thermostat remoteaside before taking up his seat next to her.

As he did so, Sonia could smell the faint scent of peppermint that lingered on him. She stiffened,and her thoughts drifted far away as she was transported back to the day she had first met him,which was well over ten years ago.

Images of a young girl standing underneath a large tree flashed in Sonia’s mind. The girl wassecretly taking photos of the boy she liked, and when the breeze picked up, it carried with it theboy's crisp peppermint scent. Pulled back into reality, Sonia realized how this exact moment in theoffice mirrored her memories, but she no longer felt the butterflies in her stomach as she once hadThe peppermint scent was still there, but the boy she liked was a whole different person now.

She drew in a sharp breath and steadied the emotions that stirred within her like a tempest, thengazed up at Toby with an unreadable look as she said, “You should think about switching up yourcologne, President Fuller. The one you're wearing hardly suits you, and if I may be so bold, I thinksomething more ocean-breeze would be perfect for your type.”

Upon hearing this, Toby felt his heart twist.

He had been using the peppermint scent for over a decade, and he never stopped because it wasMaple’s favorite. This was the first time anyone had told him so forthrightly that the scent did notbecome him.

Also, what's with that look she gave me? If I saw correctly, it was almost like she was seeing someother person through me. I wonder who that person could be. Was it Charles or Carl?

When Sonia felt the air around them grow cold and heavy, her brows knitted together. Is he madabout what I just told him? At the thought of this, she managed an embarrassed smile and said,flippantly, “I'm sorry, President Fuller. I spoke out of turn earlier. Just pretend as if I never saidanything in the first place.”

Toby's lips were pressed into a thin line. “Does the scent really not suit me at all?”

“Huh?” She blinked at him, bewildered that he was asking further on this matter instead of snappingat her. She took a sip of her tea and asked carefully, “Do you want the truth, or would you prefer awhite lie?”

He looked at her, deadpan, as he replied, “What do you think?"

A small laugh escaped her as she said, “Well, then. Since you asked, I'm going to tell you outrightthat the scent doesn't suit you anymore.”

"What do you mean “anymore?” He narrowed his eyes at her skeptically, feeling as if there was moreto her words than they seemed.

However, she shook her head and refused to elaborate any further. She put down her cup andpushed the notebook toward him. “President Fuller, do you think you could tell me more aboutthese points I've underlined?”

Toby regarded her darkly. At last, he set aside his questions and began to explain to her the detailsof the meeting.

After an hour or so, Sonia closed her notebook and rose from her seat, thereafter bowing at Toby asshe said gratefully, “Thank you for taking the time to explain these to me, President Fuller. I think Iunderstand the points better now.” ;

Even she had to admit that he was a capable teacher. He had managed to put the concept ofalternative energy into simple terms that even a newbie such as herself could comprehend; if therehad been any points that confused her before, there were none now, and she could read up on therest of her notes with just an extra bit of research this evening.

Following this session, she felt confident that she could come up with the analytical report bytomorrow.

"You're welcome.” Toby reached out a hand to help Sonia up from her seat, but she got onto herfeet first and dodged his hand.

He stared at his hand, which hovered in mid-air, and his face darkened imperceptibly. Then,pretending as if nothing happened, he withdrew his hand and said plainly, “This project calls for anteamwork, and I don't want anyone to become deadweight, so feel free to come to me should youface any problems. There's no need for you to shoulder through everything on your own.”

When Sonia heard this, she found herself thinking, So I was right after all—he only helped mebecause he didn't want me to drag down the rest of the team.

Now that her guess was proved correct, she broke into a smile. It was a good thing that he offeredher help for the sake of the team’s best interests. It eased her mind and kept her from secondguessing his intentions.

Relieved, she looked him in the eyes and said, “I understand. Thank you in advance, PresidentFuller.”

He lowered his gaze. “You're welcome.”

At that moment, Sonia glanced at her watch as she announced, “Well, it's getting late, and I shouldbe going. I'll see you tomorrow, President Fuller.”

Toby's lips parted slightly like he was about to say something to make her stay, but in the end,words deserted him, and he watched mutely as she left his office.

When the door fell shut with a decisive click, he was all alone in the spacious office once more.

His gaze broke away from the door and fell onto the seat in which Sonia had been mere minutesago, his thoughts far away.

Seconds later, he looked toward the coffee table where her cup of tea was resting. He saw that therim of the cup clearly bore the red smudge of her lipstick stain.

He stared at the stain, and his eyes were dark pools as he reached for the cup, then brought it up.Then, he took a sip of the tea, pressing the stain against his own lips.

The tea had gone cold, and as the liquid trickled down his throat and into his stomach, he realizedwhat he was doing. His expression shifted, and quickly, he put the cup down, then clenched his fistsin frustration.

What the hell am I doing?

He glowered at his own hand as storm clouds gathered in his eyes. He could hardly believe that hedrank Sonia's leftover tea. Is that strange mysterious force controlling me again?