Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 9:noveldrama

Lillian nearly leaped from her chair, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“You’ve actually come to your senses? I was starting to think you’d let that piece of trash ruin you forever.”

Lillian put her hand over her heart in an exaggerated gesture, which elicited a burst of laughter from Daniela.

“Was I really that hopeless before?”

Lillian’s expression turned earnest as she nodded vigorously.

“Absolutely.

You were lost.”

Daniela let out a chuckle, reflecting on her past.

Indeed, she had been consumed by love for Alexander for ten long years, an entire decade lost in hopeless yearning.

For his slightest attention, she had repeatedly humbled herself, longing for even a sliver of his affection.

Moved by Daniela’s newfound realization, Lillian wiped away a tear and reached out to the company’s legal team.

The lawyer, sleeves rolled up and ready for action, inquired seriously, “What compensation do you seek from Alexander?”

With a composed, icy gaze, Daniela replied firmly, “I don’t want his damned money!”

“Exactly!” Lillian affirmed with a nod.

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Daniela had faced the world on her own terms since she lost her mother at the tender age of five. Over the years, she crafted a successful brand that catapulted her into billionaire status long before she reached adulthood. The thought of needing anything from Alexander was almost comical to her.

Those who scorned Daniela were foolish, thinking she was cut from the same weak cloth as Joyce—a woman with no ambition, content to cling to her family and wait for marrying into a rich family.

How utterly ridiculous!

After departing from the hospital, Daniela promptly reached out to Alexander, her determination unshaken.

The phone rang several times before his secretary picked up with a sniff.

“Daniela? What is it this time?” the secretary asked, his voice dripping with condescension. He was well aware of Alexander’s disregard for Daniela and didn’t bother to mask his own contempt.

“I need to speak with Alexander,” Daniela replied, her voice steady and accustomed to the dismissive attitudes of those employed by Bennett Group.

The secretary cast a glance towards Alexander, who was currently engaged in a close conversation with Joyce.

Joyce seemed to be almost attached to Alexander, her body leaning into his.

“Mr. Bennett is currently in a meeting,” the secretary lied smoothly.

Without missing a beat, Daniela responded, “Tell him to meet me at the courthouse at eight tomorrow morning. We’re finalizing the divorce.”

As Alexander entered, he noticed his secretary had just ended a phone call.

In a casual tone, he inquired, “Who was on the line?”

The secretary, seemingly indifferent, responded, “It was Daniela. She’s demanding a divorce and has even scheduled a court session for tomorrow morning at eight.”

As the words hung in the air, Joyce couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. Given Daniela’s deep affection for Alexander, could she truly be serious about a divorce? Despite her skepticism, Joyce kept up her innocent act.

She clung to Alexander’s arm, pressing herself against him, and spoke with a seductive lilt.

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