After the divorce he begged novel Chapter 289

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“You’re wrong,” Rebecca fired back. “You’re not in my heart at all. Whether you live or die, I couldn’t care less.”

“So why are you here?” Jeffrey countered, refusing to believe her. “Don’t tell me Stephen asked you to come- if you really didn’t want to be here, even if he put a knife to your throat, you wouldn’t take a single step.”

After five years together, Jeffrey knew Rebecca like the back of his hand.

If it wasn’t her own choice, nothing–no threat or reward–could make her do something she didn’t want.

“Maybe that was true before, but after everything that’s happened, I’m not as set in my ways anymore,” Rebecca said. “Stephen’s the Hanson family’s eldest son–he’s got serious connections. Pissing him off doesn’t do me any favors right now.”

Jeffrey watched her intently, his dark eyes never leaving her face.

Rebecca went on, “I just came to take a look at you–it’s no loss to me.”

“You’re not the type to compromise just for resources, Jeffrey asserted confidently.

“Then you really don’t know me at all,” Rebecca shot back. Since the divorce, she’d grown up a lot and seen her fair share of drama. “Just a few days ago, I was actually smiling and raising my glass to people who looked down on me, playing nice and saying sweet things.”

Jeffrey didn’t believe a word of it.

Rebecca’s name might sound gentle, but her backbone was anything but soft.

She never bothered to toast or sweet–talk those who looked down on her–she’d either ignore them or do something to make them eat their words.

“If you don’t believe me, go ask anybody who was at that dinner,” Rebecca said, determined to make him let go of his old illusions about her. Maybe then they could finally stop getting tangled up with each other, and he wouldn’t have to keep getting all twisted up inside, caring about her while struggling to hold it all back.

He used to love that she was so real, so uncomplicated–always straight–up, never one for games or drama.

But now, she wasn’t that girl anymore.

“I’ve got things to do, so I’m heading out,” Rebecca said, glancing at the time. She needed to get back and finish her bid proposal. “I’ll come see you again this evening.”

She didn’t stick around for even a moment.

Rebecca grabbed her bag and phone and, on her way out, spotted Stanley and Gregory. She just gave a quick update: “Jeffrey’s all good for now–not feeling sick or anything, and he’s in pretty decent spirits.”

“Got it. Thanks for your help,” Gregory replied with a slight nod.

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“Mark, let’s roll,” Rebecca said, heading out together with him.

After watching them leave, Stanley and Gregory headed into the hospital room together.

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The mood inside was a little tense. The two exchanged a glance, and Stanley broke the silence with a playful smirk. “What’s with that look? Rebecca didn’t cheer you up?”

“Give me her schedule and everything she’s done over the past month,” Jeffrey demanded, Rebecca’s words still echoing in his mind. “Especially those dinner parties.”

Gregory hesitated, lips pressed together, looking like he wanted to say more but decided against it. “I’ll look into it right away.”

Jeffrey fixed him with a calm, almost suffocating stare.

Gregory’s nerves were shot–he could feel his heart pounding.

‘That look!‘ Gregory thought, freaked out by the icy stare.

‘What does he want from me?‘

“Weren’t you always keeping tabs on her?” Jeffrey asked, drawing out each word, his tone sharp and deliberate.

“I used to, but after you seriously told me to stop digging into Ms. Jensen’s situation, I haven’t looked into anything about her,” Gregory said, keeping his cool as he lied through his teeth. “Whatever I mentioned to Mr. Garcia was just stuff I heard secondhand.”

Jeffrey fixed his gaze on him, just quietly watching.

He didn’t believe a single word of it.

“I can back him up on that,” Stanley chimed in, clearly stirring the pot. “It was all just gossip–otherwise, we wouldn’t have even talked about it.”

“You know I can’t stand being lied to,” Jeffrey said, giving Gregory one last shot. He glanced over at Stanley. “If you can’t tell me everything Rebecca’s been up to lately in the next ten seconds, pack your bags and go join his team at the Garcia Group.”

Gregory: “!”

Gregory instinctively looked at Stanley, panic flashing in his eyes. ‘What do I do? Should I just tell him everything?

Stanley gave him a subtle nod. Just spill it.

Gregory’s brow furrowed in distress. ‘But Mr. Hanson told me straight up not to dig into Ms. Jensen’s business. What if this is a trap? If I say too much, I might just get myself fired for real!‘

Stanley shot him a glance. “Then just join my team.”

Gregory: “..

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Stanley: “Huh?”

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‘Seriously, what’s that face for? Is being my assistant really such a blow to your ego?‘ Stanley thought, feeling a bit miffed.

“Three seconds left,” Jeffrey reminded him, his voice icy, no room for argument.

“Just a moment, sir,” Gregory blurted out, already on his feet. “I’ll grab my laptop right now.”

A minute later, Gregory had his laptop open and set it on the bedside table.

He gave a helpful rundown, “This is everything that’s happened to Ms. Jensen since the divorce. It covers

detail of how people have treated her.”

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Jeffrey started clicking through the folders, scanning the documents.

It was all about Rebecca’s work and her clashes with the Quinn family—no mention of her personal life whatsoever. Gregory clearly knew where to draw the line.

“It’s just a general overview,” Gregory said, a bit flustered. He’d only put this together in case Jeffrey ever asked. “If you’ve got questions, just ask.”

Jeffrey clicked on the first document.

It showed how many dinner parties Rebecca had gone to this month—and all the shady, offhand remarks people threw her way at those things.

One of them went: [Rebecca, you’re good–looking. If I was loaded, I’d totally put you in charge.]

Another read: [Seriously, with looks like yours, why bust your ass on projects? Just let some guy spoil you rotten.]

And then there was: [Rebecca, come on, let’s drink! Tonight, nobody’s leaving till we’re all hammered!]

The further Jeffrey scrolled, the more explicit and direct the comments became,

By the end, the things they said were straight–up crude.

Jeffrey stared at the last few lines, his voice low and dangerous. “Are you absolutely sure these were the things people actually said to Rebecca at those dinners?”

“Yes,” Gregory answered, adding a quick explanation about the parentheses. “The lines in parentheses are what someone dug up after the dinner, while those people were still drunk–basically, info we got by sending someone to sound them out.”

Jeffrey’s eyes grew darker and darker, his expression turning stormy.

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