My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 81 Honey, Don't Divorce

"I only finished part of it, and a part of it was preempted by Mrs. Mason." Tom said. "Oh?" Noah raised his brows slightly and took another deep drag of his cigarette.

"The video of Sara's beating that you asked me to expose was exposed by Mrs. Mason in advance. Mr. Murphy already wanted to get a divorce, and after such a fuss about this, I guess the divorce is final." "Also, you said before that I should tell the police to punish Joseph severely, but Mrs. Mason has also done it beforehand."

Tom respectfully explained.

When it came to Jocelyn, Tom had admirers inside.

At these words, the corners of Noah's lips curled up in approval, not expecting that she would actually help him take revenge in silence.

"In addition, I have already informed the Stewart's about our withdrawal of all investments in it as you requested." Tom added.

"Okay......"

"The Stewart's is expected to spend a period of cold winter next, withdrawing investments plus other things."

Saying that, Tom then searched out the scandal that had just come out of the Stewart Food Group and sent it to Noah.

"This is obviously someone behind the Stewart's, this person is now making waves on the internet. If the Stewart's wants to get through this safely, I guess it will take a lot of effort."

"Even if they get through it, they will be greatly injured, and as for Joseph, he will lose his position." Tom once again said seriously.

Noah's gaze coldly swept over the news for a moment, the corners of his cold lips once again faintly curling up.

Jocelyn was definitely the most intelligent woman he had ever seen, bar none.

"The person who is behind this is probably going to be miserable if he is found out." Tom added.

Noah's gaze swept over the phone screen before looking at Tom and saying, "Don't let the Stewart's replace it out."

A flash of shock instantly flashed across Tom's eyes, "You are thinking that this was done by Mrs. Mason?"

"Do as I say." His tone was as domineering as ever, not to be denied.

"Yes!" Tom nodded respectfully at once.

"Also, none of the things on today's Hot Topic will be allowed to go down." Noah snorted coldly.

"Alright, I understand." Tom said.

"Right, your mother said that she has something very important to talk to you about and asked you to go back." Tom said.

"Got it. Tom, clean it up." With those words, Noah pulled off his shirt sleeves, went back to his room and put on a black vintage tweed coat, and went out the door.

The door closed.

The world returned to peace.

Only then did Tom's tense nerves relax.

He had been busy all day without eating, and he was hungry now.

Seeing that there were still many dishes left, he quickly went into the kitchen, served a bowl of rice and sat down in Noah's place, ready to eat.

He picked up the scrambled egg with green pepper that Noah ate the most and brought it into his mouth.

The next second a strong sweet taste filled his entire mouth.

He promptly and quickly spat out the entire contents of his mouth into the bin.

This was actually sweet?

Normally, even if it was a five-star chef's top-tasting scrambled eggs with green peppers, Mr. Mason would not even touch a single bite of it.

But today he had actually eaten even sweet-tasting scrambled eggs with green peppers? This was too crazy, right?

Afterwards, he took dry-fried cauliflower.

Surprisingly, it was sweet too.

Tom spat out the cauliflower, before quickly putting down his chopsticks and holding his forehead in discomfort. He really didn't understand how on earth Mr. Mason had eaten a whole bowl of rice with these dishes.

When Jocelyn returned to the Murphy family, the courtyard was already covered with a thick layer of white snow.

In the courtyard, there were still big red lanterns everywhere, as well as red happy letters.

Quickly parking the car, she wrapped her dark blue suit jacket tightly around her body and entered the house.

As soon as she entered the house, the rolling heat then greeted her, instantly washing away all the coldness from her body.

In the living room, Allen and Sara were sitting side by side, both of them with gloomy faces.

Delicate ceramic teapots and teacups were broken all over the floor, and it looked like a war had broken out.

The servants were all absent and the large space was quiet.

The air seemed to have frozen into clumps.

Everything was exactly as she had imagined it would be.

"Jocelyn, you are back......," Allen was the first to open his mouth, the coldness on his face gradually melting away.

"Mmm." Jocelyn stepped forward modestly.

The slap marks on her face, which looked extraordinarily clear and eye-catching in the light, were now bruised in many places and looked even worse.

Seeing his daughter beaten up like this, Allen's anger was even more unbearable.

"Does your face still hurt?" Allen's eyes were full of concern.

"It's okay." Jocelyn said.

"Sit down." Allen took Jocelyn's hand and pulled her to his side.

Jocelyn obediently sat down.

As soon as she sat down, she saw the divorce agreement on the coffee table.

The letters stood out.

She did not say a word, and her gaze swept over Sara's face.

"If you think the conditions are right, then hurry up and sign it. I've thought it over very clearly these days, I want a divorce." Allen said with a serious face as he looked at Sara. Originally he still had a hint of hesitation.

But after today's incident of her beating Jocelyn, he didn't have any half-hearted hesitation.

This woman couldn't be kept because she still didn't know how to restrain herself by now.

"Don't, honey, I know I'm wrong." Sara immediately got up and sat next to Jocelyn, clutching her hand tightly and pleading, "Jocelyn, I am wrong, please ask your father for mercy." "Jocelyn, help me, okay? I promise to treat you well in the future." Sara cried and begged, her voice already hoarse.

It was obvious that she had begged her father many times, but he hadn't even change his mind.

It looked like the marriage was a foregone conclusion.

"I can't make the decision whether to divorce or not, this also depends on father's intention." Jocelyn responded in a soft voice, her face calm.

When the words left her mouth, she gently pushed away Sara's hand.

Begging for mercy?

Since she was a child, what had Sara done that was worthy of her help to beg for mercy?

Seeing Jocelyn's attitude, Sara was even more furious at this moment.

She held back her anger and got up and kneeled in front of Allen, rubbing her hands together back and forth.

"I really don't know what Gloria has done. You have to believe me! How could I possibly do something that would jeopardize our family's company?"

"As for hitting Jocelyn, it was just out of impulse, I can apologize to Jocelyn until Jocelyn forgives me."

"If there's anything wrong with what I've done in the past, I will never do it again. Please, don't divorce me, I'm scared." The more Sara said, the more fierce her tears flowed.