Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 387

Jared only gave a cold laugh, refusing to respond.

Hanley lowered his voice. “Jared, your wife’s filed for divorce.”

“She’s got some nerve!” Jared snapped. “She thinks just because the court doesn’t grant a divorce on the first try, she can use that to keep me on a leash? Well, fine! The moment we’re in court, I’ll agree to everything—let’s see what she does then!”

Hanley tried to calm him down. “Come on, don’t be like this. Nita’s a good person—”

“A good person? Good people don’t threaten divorce every time they don’t get their way. Does she even realize who’s been putting food on the table? I could shower money on those women outside and have any of them call me ‘Daddy’ if I felt like it! And her? She doesn’t even bother to crack a smile when she spends my money, always acting like some grieving widow. Who’s she mourning? I’m not dead yet!” Jared grumbled. “Enough. Let’s get started with the meeting.”

The meeting dragged on all afternoon.

Theodore’s company was in trouble. Last year, they’d branched out into a new sector, but that whole project was running on the profits of their old business. If the old cash cow started drying up, the new venture would collapse—especially since they’d already invested a fortune into it.

To make things worse, both the new and old businesses were now clashing head-on with Larson’s company.

So not only was the new project under threat, but the old one wasn’t looking too hot either.

The big question on everyone’s mind: what now?

The boardroom debate was relentless—should they cut their losses and kill the new venture, or double down on what they knew best? Tempers flared, voices rose, but after hours of arguing, they still hadn’t reached a decision.

When the shareholders finally trickled out, only the three of them remained in the empty conference room.

Hanley looked pleadingly at Theodore. “Theo, maybe you could… you know, go talk to your brother? Or Emma? Try to reason with Emma, for old times’ sake. You were married for years…”

Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose. Larson probably wished he’d drop dead.

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