Chapter 3

Bertha walked out of the building, stopping for a minute to look at the blue sky. She felt inexplicably relieved in her heart.

She walked over to Windy's car and got in. Seeing Windy attentively typing on her phone, she sat down silently.

"Are you done?" Windy turned off her phone, she looked at Bertha expectantly.

"Everything is over." Having finished speaking, Bertha tilted her head and looked out the car window. Looking at the leaves on the road gradually turning yellow, she continued. "Windy, tomorrow morning, he and I will go to court."

Windy's hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly. She tilted her head and glanced at Bertha. Her eyes lit up and she spoke. "I'm glad you finally thought it through. Let's go home. I told your problem to your father and stepmother. They were very worried about you, and at the same time they were relieved to know that you decided to divorce."

Bertha's sad expression flashed across her face. She knew she had disappointed her father. At that time, there was only Derek in her heart, she was like a fool, despite everything to pursue love. She never listens to other people's advice.

"I feel sorry for them. Now I know who Derek is. I don't want anything to do with him or his family anymore."

Windy observed that Bertha was quiet. She secretly glanced at Bertha. She was afraid Bertha would be attached, not wanting to break up with Derek when she saw Bertha tilting her head and looking out the window. So she quickly changed the subject and exclaimed. "After you get divorced, we'll go to bars, go shopping, travel. We'll go back to our old single days."

The corner of Bertha's lips curled slightly when she heard Windy's words. She turned back to Windy and said. “Okay, we'll have fun.”

Seeing that Bertha didn't seem to pay attention to Derek anymore, the smile on Windy's face became even wider.

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Next morning. Bertha and Derek went to the people's court together. When Bertha arrived, Derek was standing in the doorway.

The clothes Bertha was wearing were ugly sidewalk clothes, and Derek was wearing a high-class black suit standing together, revealing a disharmonious look, and attracting the curious eyes of many people around.

But Bertha didn't care, she just wanted to end it quickly.

In just ten minutes, this heavy marriage finally came to an end.

Looking at the divorce certificate in her hand, Bertha's eyes flashed with panic.

“From now on, I hope you live well.”

The cold voice came. When Bertha raised her head, the figure of a certain man had disappeared, without a word, without a glance, as if it had never appeared from beginning to end.

"That's good." She smiled and shook her head.

If he was so unintentional, then if we met again in the future, we would only be strangers.

Now that she is free, she will not pity a heartless person like Derek, much less be laughed at by the Tibble family.

She stopped thinking and walked out of the court gate.

Suddenly, a limited edition black Bentley business car stopped in front of her.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with slightly silver hair protected by four bodyguards walked towards her.

Bertha saw the person coming, raised her chin slightly, and her whole body suddenly exuded an innate noble aura. “I just got divorced, someone came to pick me up. Did my father tell you to come pick me up?”

Butler Smith bowed to her and then spoke. “Yes. Miss. Miss Windy told the boss everything. The promised three-year period between you and your boss has come to an end."

He stopped for a moment, glanced at the divorce certificate in Bertha's hand, looked regretful, and said. “Looks like you can't make Derek love you. If that's the case, then you should keep your promise and return to City Y to inherit the family business."

Bertha frowned and remained silent for a long time. Three years ago, she was traveling in X city, met Derek by chance and fell in love with him. She decides to marry him, no matter what. So she agreed with her father. If in three years, she doesn't make Derek love her, she will return as the heiress to Griselda's family.

Looking back today, because a man didn't love her, these three years were a waste.

"The boss misses you very much, miss, you come with me, don't make the boss angry anymore, he misses you very much..." Mr. Smith said.

Bertha interrupted him, her expression growing colder. "Besides him, there is also that woman. Griselda's family has no shortage of free people, which is me. You have more important things to do in X city. I won't go back."

Bertha doesn't want to return just to face her stepmother. Her stepmother originally didn't like her.

Mr. Smith sighed. “Boss guessed right, you don't want to go back so easily.”

After he finished speaking, he reached into his pocket and took out a powerful diamond card. “Here is your card, there are three billion dollars inside.”

Then, he signaled to the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard quickly brought a contract and placed it in Bertha's hand.

Mr. Smith said. "Your father said that if you don't return, you should take over the management of Angle Group, a subsidiary of Griselda Group in City X, and increase the group's profits this year five times higher than in previous years. "

Bertha doesn't want to go home to face her stepmother, so she accepts her father's offer.

Bertha took the pen, signed the contract, and received a powerful card with a balance of three billion dollars.

Looking at the credit card, she laughed and shook her head.

A few minutes ago, she was so poor that she had less than ten dollars in her pocket, not enough to catch a taxi, so she had to hitch a ride with Windy. Now, she has the card in hand. Lucky.

Because of the previous agreement between her and her father, her bank card account was frozen, and she had to hide her true identity, otherwise it would be considered a violation of the agreement.

Tibble's family doesn't look at her, including the maid. If they knew she was the only daughter of Griselda's family - Bertha Griselda - one of the richest families in the country - a female billionaire worth hundreds of billions, what would they think?

She still remembers the days at Tibble's house, one time she knelt and begged her mother-in-law to lend her money to treat a friend of hers.

Mrs. Victoria arrogantly took out a platinum card, not to give it to her, but to show off. "Guess how much money is in here? One hundred million dollars, you probably haven't seen that much money in your whole life?"

"I would rather use this money to buy dog ​​food than lend you money. Because in my eyes, your friend is not even as good as a dog."

Bertha clenched her fist, a hint of mockery somewhere crossing her eyes. If given the chance, she wants to punish them, the people who offended her.