"Xander Fisher, if you dare to leave, I will never want you again in this lifetime! You stop right there, Xander, you are not allowed to leave!"
On the plane soaring at eight thousand meters high, Azalea West opened her eyes. The chaos in her gaze gradually dissolved, and she stared at the white clouds outside, faint remnants of voices from her memories echoing in her ears.
A week ago, she had received a divorce agreement from abroad. The party listed on the agreement was Xander Fisher—conveniently the same name as the boyfriend who dumped her three years ago.
After asking her parents for verification, she found out that she had been "married" a year ago already and her parents showed her the so-called arranged spouse, whom she had never met before.
The two Xander not only shared the same name but also looked similar. This time, it should be her turn, Azalea, to dump him.
***
New Jersey, HX Group.
A hundred-story skyscraper stands tall in the clouds, becoming the most dazzling skyline in the city center. People dressed in suits walk into the building with their various bags.
Downstairs, the woman wearing sunglasses lifted her head to look at the sunlight-reflecting matte glass building, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and made her way into the building.
"Hello, Miss. May I ask who you're looking for?"
Azalea smiled. With one hand propping her chin on the reception desk, she removed her sunglasses. A delicate face came into the receptionist's sight.
Azalea blinked at her, a faint smile curving on her lips, her fingertip drawing a circle on the desk.
"I'm looking for your President." She said in English.
"I'm sorry, but without an appointment, you can't see him." The receptionist flashed her a smile.
"Tell him that a woman surnamed West is here to demand a divorce. If he doesn't come down, the divorce won't happen." She withdrew her finger, her gaze charming as she tilted her head to the side.
Divorce?
The blonde, blue-eyed receptionist looked at the young woman in front of her in surprise. She hadn't even heard that their CEO was married, let alone that he was going to be divorced.
Are you…. sure this isn't a joke?
However, Azalea just smiled faintly, her gaze indifferent yet steady on the receptionist as if she wouldn't leave unless her request was granted.
"Alright, please wait a moment."
The receptionist picked up the phone and quickly dialed the CEO's office, exchanging swift words with the assistant.
She pointed Azalea towards the waiting area, informing her that she could sit there for a while.
She thanked her, moving towards the exquisitely decorated waiting area. There was milk and bagged bread on the table – having not eaten on the plane, she didn’t stand on ceremony and began eating the food.
"I will relay your message to Mr Xander. Do you need anything else?"
"No, I'm good. Thank you"
Azalea smiled again and brought out her phone, scrolling through multiple files before clicking on one when a call came in.
"Mom"
"I told you to call me as soon as you land. You never listen." Mrs West's voice was so loud that Azalea quickly put the phone away from her ears.
"Sorry, Mom, I was about to call you."
"Really" Mrs West replied in a sarcastic tone. "When are you meeting Xander. I already spoke to Mrs Fisher and we've arranged a date for.." She was cut off by Azalea
"Mom, I already told you I don't want you to arrange a date for me. I'm not interested in Xander in any way, and I never will."
"What do you know? You're old enough to get married. You've never introduced anyone to me as your fiancee. You're beautiful, and any man would love to have you as their wife, but you just want to see me sad cause you know I only have you."
Azalea rolled her eyes and sighed at her mom's acting. "Mom, I just don't see any man I would love to settle with right now. I promise it won't be long."
"I don't believe you. You've always said that and never introduced anyone to me. I sometimes think you don't like men."
"Mom!" Azalea shouted but quickly lowered her voice. "What do you think of your daughter? I will call you later. I'm busy, so I won't talk to you anymore. Bye.." She didn't waste any time and cut off the calm before her mom said another word.
"That spoiled brat." Mrs West put down her phone and walked into the restroom.
In the top-floor office, a man's sculpted face cracked a bit as he glanced at his assistant, "surname West?"
"Yes, it should be your wife, Mr. Xander. Do you want to meet her?"
The corner of his lips curled into a cold smirk, his eyes flashed two icy rays.
"I will come down to meet her.".
Since she came from afar, he couldn't let her down. It's a good time also, for him to see what kind of woman this manipulator, who outplayed him, actually was. His assistant lifted her hand to open the office door for him. A slender leg stepped out of the doorway, suit pants sharp like a knife edge, carrying with it a piercing wind. His black tuxedo suit matched his hair that was waxed to the right. The sleeve rolled to the elbow, and a gold watch was on his wrist.
It was only after Azalea leisurely finished eating two pieces of bread she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.
She was familiar with the footsteps of Xander. The her of years ago was so infatuated with him that she scrutinized every detail.
The sofa-style chair blocked the woman's back and all Xander could see was her long hair falling on both sides and a pair of slender fingers holding a pair of black sunglasses.
As the footsteps drew closer, Azalea lifted her hand to put on her glasses, his cologne hit her nose.
