Dustin was stunned. What was this? Victim blaming?
"Mom, you know how I've treated her over the past three years. I'm pretty sure I'm never done anything to betray Dahlia's trust in me," Dustin said.

"Of course it's your problem. I know my daughter well. If you hadn't done anything wrong, why would she divorce you?"

He intended to end his marriage on a pleasant note. However, hearing this, Florence snorted coldly.

"Mom, James, why are you here?" Dustin greeted.
"Did you and Dahlia get divorced?" Florence did not waste any breath.
"Yes, we did." Dustin gave her a forced smile.
"It's not Dahlia's fault, it's mine. Don't blame her."

With a ding, the elevator doors opened. As soon as he stepped out of the building, he saw two familiar figures walking toward him. It was Dahlia's mother, Florence Franklin, and her brother, James Nicholson.

Economy now… is not good

"Great, one more down, five to go. I should have enough time," Dustin muttered to himself. His mood was lifted a little by this news.

As the president of the Swinton Group and one of the Mighty Three of Swinton, Hunter acted exceptionally timid in front of Dustin.

"Thank you, Mr. Rhys! I'II send someone to pick you up immediately!" Hunter smiled in relief.

He wasn't interested in money or jewels, but rather some rare plants, as he needed them to save lives.

"Alright, if that's so, then I'll be willing to take a look." Dustin immediately agreed to the request.

"Yes, it is!"

"Is it true?" Dustin asked seriously.

"Mr. Anderson, you know my rules."
"Of course I do! I'm sincere in my request. My friend owns some canscora, which I remember you were looking for. I'm sure he'll be willing to part with it if you help him," Hunter said.

"Actually, yes, there is." Hunter cleared his throat awkwardly. "I've got a friend who contracted a strange illness. He's seen a lot of doctors, but none of them could do anything about it. I was hoping that you could help."

Hunter was taken aback. He could sense something wrong.
"Is there anything else you'd like to talk about, Mr. Anderson?"

"Why?"
Hunter was taken aback. He could sense something wrong.
"Is there anything else you'd like to talk about…

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid we won't need the gift any more," Dustin said.

"Mr. Rhys, I'm Hunter Anderson from the Swinton Group. I heard that today is your wedding anniversary with Ms. Nicholson, so l've prepared a gift for you. I'm just wondering if you have any time today?"

Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking him out of his trance. When he picked up the phone, a familiar voice came from the other end.

Now, he found out that normalcy was a sin. It was time to awaken from this prolonged daydream.

He had once thought that happiness was simple, meals on the table, cheerful days, and simple pleasures.

In the elevator, Dustin stared at the crystal necklace dejectedly. Even though he had expected it, he was still sad that his marriage had ended just like that.

Dahlia did not answer her. As she watched Dustin leave, she felt as if she was losing something precious.

"You have the right to pursue happiness. Dustin does not deserve you at all. He'll only bring you down with him. You're destined to be the most powerful woman in Swinton!"

"Of course you did!" Lyra nodded. "You have the right to pursue happiness. Dustin does not

"Did I do the right thing, Lyra?" Dahlia asked hesitantly.

"From today onward, we will have nothing to do with each other!"
Dustin put on the necklace and left. He had no more gentleness in his expression, all that was left was distant aloofness.

"Okay."
Dahlia nodded and gave him the crystal necklace.

"I don't want the money, I just want that crystal necklace back. My mother left it to me before she died so that I can give it to my wife."

"Okay. I hope you're happy with him." Dustin smiled and signed the divorce agreement without any more hesitation. All he felt now was disappointment. Ironically, today was also their wedding anniversary. There was cruel humor in divorcing him on the day they had gotten married.

Dahlia was about to deny it when she gave it a second thought. In the end, she nodded.
"You can say that."

"You're right." Dustin nodded without any emotion. "I heard that you've been close with the heir of the Nolan family. Is it because of him?!

"There's no point in going into this now."
Dahlia's expression held complicated emotions, but it was soon covered up by determination.

"You're right. How would I know what you're thinking?" Dustin laughed bitterly. "All I know is to cook for you when you're hungry, prepare your coat when it's cold outside, and carry you to the hospital when you're sick."

They weren't just incompatible in status and power, also in principles. Most importantly, she did not see any hope for the future in him.

"You've earned enough to feed yourself for the rest of your life. Why bother?"
"Dustin, that's where you and I diverge in philosophy. You'll never understand what I really want." Dahlia shook her head in disappointment.

Dahlia went over to the windows and looked out over the city. There was determination in her eyes when she said, "To me, yes, they're very important."

"I don't think you understand me. Let me rephrase my question. Are money and power that important to you?" Dustin was truly bewildered.

"Too little? That's alright. Let me know what you want. I'II give you anything within my power," Dahlia said placidly.

Economy now… not so good

At that, she placed a card on the table.
"Do you really think our relationship can be measured by money?" Dustin asked.

"Since you're here, let's get straight to the point. Let's end this on a pleasant note. I'm sorry I have to do this to you, so you can have the car and the house, plus eight million dollars as alimony. How does that sound?"

Hearing this, Dahlia frowned slightly. However, she did not explain herself. Instead, she said.

"You certainly are busy, if you need your secretary to help you deal with your divorce," Dustin said.

"I'm sorry for being late, I was caught up with something else."
Dahlia Nicholson sat down. Her expression was as impassive as ever.

"You're finally here."
Dustin felt complicated when he saw the beautiful woman. They had been married for three years, during which they treated each other with care and respect. But this was how it ended. He still didn't know what he had done wrong.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her features were delicate. Her lofty aura and curvaceous figure made her look like a goddess right out of a painting.

Economy now… is not so good.

"Dustin Rhys! You..."
Just as Lyra was about to lose her cool, a curvy woman in a long black dress walked in. Her skin…