Chapter 2 Chapter 2 You're Stupid

His reaction was keenly captured by Yvonne. As she smiled with satisfaction, the wine glass in her hand slowly turned upside down.

The red wine splashed on Thomas's sturdy chest muscles bit by bit, like flowers of blood. It quickly lit up his body like fire.

"I'll give you 100 points for your appearance and 100 points for ability..."

Thomas's Adam's apple bobbed violently, but his face grew darker and darker. The smile on Yvonne's face was more obvious.

"But as a husband, I can only give you 50 points at most in some respects. In total, you get 250 points..."

"What did you say?" Thomas gritted his teeth. There was a slight crack in his noble demeanor.

"I said, I want to take the initiative in our last sex before divorce..." Yvonne mumbled.

Just as she was about to sit down, she was suddenly flipped over.

Thomas's eyes were burning with anger. "Don't you just want it? As long as you can take it..."

"Ah!"

Yvonne was shocked. Before she could figure out how Thomas broke free, she was drowned by the huge tide of love.

As if he wanted to wash away the shame of 50 points, Thomas frantically rushed over like a tsunami.

It seemed like a century had passed. The storm finally stopped.

Thomas gasped and got out of bed. He put on his clothes and was about to leave when he heard Yvonne on the bed say lazily, "Let's get divorced, Thomas. I'm tired of you."

Thomas's sharp gaze landed on Yvonne's face. "Say that again?"

He rarely asked questions, which meant that he was angry.

In this case, those who provoked him would usually come to no good end. They would be either sent to work as slaves in backward countries or arranged to wash toilet at night.

She had seen too much.

"Mr. Johnson, you're a businessman," Yvonne said lightly. She got up and draped the crumpled pajamas over her shoulders, only to find that it could not hide the red marks all over her body.

Yvonne blushed and scolded in her heart, "Is he a dog? Why does he bite me when he's angry?"

Yvonne said, "It's been three years. In this marriage, you haven't met my expectations. So, I plan to stop the losses."

"Is it because of Denise?" Thomas sneered. "Since we got married, you should know what your position is. If it weren't for some reason, I couldn't marry Denise, and it wouldn't have been your turn!"

Yvonne shook her head, and the smile in her eyes was extremely sincere. "Yes, Mr. Johnson is indeed worthy of a better woman.

"It's just that... you don't deserve the best woman like me."

"Yvonne!" Thomas's voice was low, but his tone was cold and ruthless.

Yvonne's heart sank when she heard that. "I'll also give you a chance. Sign the divorce papers. Otherwise, if anything happens to Denise, don't blame me!"

With a gloomy look on his face, Thomas spoke after a long while.

"Let me remind you, Mrs. Johnson, that our marriage was to help our two families survive the crisis. Now, to put it bluntly, the Johnson Group is to the Sue Group what strong bulls to weak horses. If the Johnson Group withdraws, will the Sue Group really be able to withstand it?"

"Ha!"

Yvonne almost laughed out loud as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

She thought to herself, "Should I tell him the truth?

"Back then, in order to be on par with the Johnson Group, I had begged my grandfather to put in some effort to lower the operating standards of the Sue Group, which had made the financial report look terrible, but the resources seemed to be of great value.

"That's why the Johnson Group chose to unite with the Sue Group by marriage when they met a serious management problem and were affected by the financial crisis."

Yvonne said self-deprecatingly, "You and I are not fated to be together. It's all my fault."

These words that came out of nowhere caused Thomas to narrow his eyes with an unclear meaning.

A thin divorce agreement was thrown lightly onto his chest.

Yvonne's tone was calm. "Sign it. I'll leave the house with nothing."

No matter how good-looking a man was, he was still a rock that could not be touched.

Gold was the most suitable for her.

"By the way, let me tell you a secret..."