Chapter 19 He Didn’t Cross the Line
Eileen arrived at the law firm. Without any makeup, her face was mostly hidden behind a pair of oversized sunglasses.
She spotted Agustin Fischer, who was busily typing on his computer. Agustin appeared a lot more capable and energetic than he used to be.
“Mr. Fischer, you’re busy,” Eileen remarked, setting down her bag.
Agustin finished typing the last word and looked up, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Eileen, it’s been ages. What brings you here?”
Eileen removed her sunglasses and casually flipped through the “Civil Code” on his desk. “Cut the small talk. I need a favor.”
“If it’s about divorce, I’m afraid I can’t help you,” he replied.
“Why not?” Eileen asked.
Agustin stood up, grabbed a small can of coffee beans, dumped them into the coffee machine, and in no time, a cup of coffee was ready.
He put the coffee on the table, pushed it over to her, and said, “It’s simple. Fremont has pressured every law firm in the city. They won’t take your divorce case.”
Eileen felt like she never knew Fremont. Everything he did made him feel like a total stranger.
She gave a bitter smile and said, “Does he think he’s an over–the–top CEO from a novel who can control everything?”
Agustin adjusted his glasses. “Five years ago, he was just another CEO,
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But now, have you seen the Forbes World’s Billionaires List?”
Eileen had been busy preparing for pregnancy. She didn’t have the energy
for this.
Agustin continued, “His team has broken through major patents,
shattering foreign monopolies. In the chip industry, he represents more than just a company. He represents a nation’s rise.”
He tapped the “Civil Code” on the desk. “Let’s be practical. The people at the top support him. In Warrington, he’s made a name for himself.
“By the way, what’s your main claim for divorce?”
“He cheated, and I want three–quarters of his property,” Eileen stated bluntly.
Agustin raised an eyebrow. “If it’s about the property, I suggest you wait a few years. His company’s value will skyrocket. You’ll get more in the long
run.”
Eileen was taken aback. “Agustin, are you serious?”
He gave her a stern look. “If you’re divorcing because of a rumor, I don’t think it’s necessary. Fremont would never cheat. He probably didn’t clarify things because he’s worried about an important deal.
“I don’t think it’s worth ruining a marriage over a false rumor.”
Eileen stared at him. “When you were with Myrtle, did you guys also discuss who was on top and who was on the bottom?”
Agustin was speechless.
Eileen said, “No wonder she ran away. She must have thought you were boring.”
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After mocking Agustin, Eileen grabbed her bag and sunglasses, ready to leave.
Agustin said, “Eileen, he’s not broke anymore. Why are you still so set on staying in showbiz? He can protect you now. Remember, you’ve been hurt a few times on set. Just let him take care of you, okay?”
Eileen sneered, “You drew up the contract between him and Chelsea, right?”
“Yes, what he did wasn’t right, but he loves you. Everyone makes mistakes. You should give him a chance,” Agustin insisted.
“Are all men this arrogant? If I were Myrtle, I would also run away,” she retorted.
Agustin clenched his fists. “No lawyer in Warrington will take your case. Fremont has too much influence. You won’t find anyone willing to risk offending the Woodward Group.”
Eileen paused at the door. Agustin was ready for her scolding.
Yet, Eileen lowered her head and said sadly, “I’ve tried the life you’re talking about. It’s like I’ve died once. Agustin, I’d rather see the person who made the mistake get punished.”
After she left, Agustin called Fremont. “She just left. But you know her temper. She won’t back down until she hits a wall. Fremont, this is as much as I can help. Don’t push her too hard.”
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Eileen got back in her car, slumping over the steering wheel, as if all her energy had just been sucked out of her.
Fremont had gone too far. No wonder he knew she would come to the law firm and wasn’t the least bit worried.
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She tried contacting other law firms, but they all hung up as soon as they heard her name.
At that moment, Eileen finally realized that Fremont wouldn’t give her a chance to escape.
Her phone buzzed with a text message.
Fremont: “Eily, give up. I won’t let you escape from me. You’re mine, and only mine.”
It was followed by a heart emoji she used to send him.
Eileen angrily smashed her phone on the steering wheel.
Fremont was just a scheming jerk!
Her phone buzzed again. She thought it was another message from Fremont and was about to curse him in a voice message, but it was a question mark from Welburn.
She clicked open the chat history and saw she had accidentally sent him two random letters while her phone was unlocked.
Eileen was about to say she sent the wrong message, but what she typed was, “Do you know any reliable lawyers? Like a big shot who specializes in divorce cases?”
Eileen didn’t expect much. She was just trying her luck.
After all, she didn’t have many friends. From her two interactions with Welburn, he seemed like a good guy.
He texted back quickly, “Yeah, I know one.”
Just as Eileen was about to call him, Welburn’s call came through.
She answered urgently, “Welburn, I really need a lawyer. My situation is a bit complicated…”
His voice was cool and laid–back. “Let’s talk in person. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”
“Don’t bother. I’m driving. I’ll come to you,” she said.
“Alright, I’m at home. Just come over,” Welburn replied.
Eileen rushed to his villa. He was sitting in the courtyard, sipping coffee under a sunshade.
The weather was misty, with the desolation of late autumn.
The courtyard was covered in a thick layer of ginkgo leaves. He wore a loose gray sweater.
As he picked up his coffee cup, a bead bracelet slid down his wrist. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a sip. He looked at her indifferently and said, “You’re here.”
Eileen hurried toward him in high heels. “Welburn, about that lawyer…”
Her heel got stuck in a crack, and she almost fell.
“Be careful.” Welburn reached out to steady her. Her hand landed on his
wrist.
Eileen felt the soft fabric of his sweater and the bumps of the beads. She clutched them tightly.
She felt like she was crossing a line. His things were sacred, and touching them seemed almost disrespectful.
She quickly pulled her hand away. “Sorry”
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“Your heel was stuck,” he said.
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“It’s okay. I…” Before she could finish, he squatted down and grabbed her ankle.
He was aloof, but his palm was warm. The calluses on his hand brushed against her skin, causing a tickle.
He smoothly freed her high heel from the crack and stood up. “If you’re pregnant, don’t wear high heels,” he advised.
“Okay,” she replied.
He walked ahead, his back cold and distant.
The autumn wind blew a fallen leaf, as if nothing had happened.
Eileen followed awkwardly. He didn’t cross the line. He was a perfect gentleman.
Yet, the heat from his touch still lingered, spreading through her entire body…
