After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

It was nothing short of breaking news!

If this got out, the entire company would lose their minds in an explosion of gossip!

The assistant fought to keep his excitement in check, pulled out his phone, and started digging into Jolie's situation.

In less than ten minutes, he returned, his expression serious as he knocked on Gavin's office door.

"Mr. Cooper, I've got an update. Miss Quin is currently at the Quin family home. I also found out she's booked on a flight tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. to Montara for a year-long program."

Gavin, who had been reviewing documents, looked up sharply, his brows furrowing. "Studying abroad?"

"Yes, that's correct," the assistant confirmed. "The Quins booked her ticket before she was even discharged from the hospital."

Such a rushed departure-why the urgency?

The assistant glanced at Gavin's unreadable expression and cautiously asked, "Mr. Cooper, should I dig further? Maybe find out the reason for her trip?"

"No need," Gavin replied coolly, before turning his attention back to his work.

The assistant exited, but his curiosity burned hotter than ever.

Mr. Cooper wasn't intrigued? Really?This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Because he certainly was!

Unfortunately, without Gavin's orders, he couldn't investigate further.

As night fell, the city's lights glittered like stars, but the villa district remained serene and quiet. Jolie stood on her balcony, gazing at the night sky. Her eyes lingered on the scattered stars, her heart heavy with an indescribable weight. A soft knock broke her thoughts.

...

She turned, her voice calm. "Come in."

The door opened quietly, and a maid stepped inside, balancing a tray of fruit.

"Miss Jolie," the maid said softly, approaching her. Then, with a subtle movement, she handed Jolie a phone.

Jolie looked at the maid and asked, "Aren't you afraid my parents will find out?"

The maid nodded earnestly. "I am, but I want to help you. The worst they can do is fire me. But I know how difficult things are for you right now, and I owe you. If it weren't for you, I'd have lost my grandmother."

The maid's grandmother, who suffered from dementia, had wandered off one day, and Jolie happened to find her. Jolie had simply called the maid to let her know, thinking it was a minopact of kindness.

But to the maid, it meant everything. She knew how rare it was for someone from a wealthy family to even notice their staff, let alone remember anything about their families. en

To her, Jolie was extraordinary-kind and thoughtful in ways few others were.

Even if it meant losing her job, she was determined to help Jolie.

Jolie smiled warmly at her. "Thank you."

The maid shook her head, placed the fruit tray on the table, and quietly left the room.

Jolie glanced at the phone in her hand and powered it on.

Instantly, a flood of messages lit up the screen.

She went through them one by one, carefully reading and replying to each. Finally, she dialed Selena.

"Hello?" Selena answered almost immediately.

Jolie's voice caught in her throat, her words slow and hesitant. After a long pause, she said, "Sister, can you help me? I don't want to go abroad."

The next morning, at six sharp, Daisy came to wake Jolie.

Her luggage had already been packed. Without any chance to resist, Jolie was dragged out of the house and into the car heading to the airport.

The early morning roads were beginning to fill with cars. The soft light of dawn filtered through the mist, casting a dreamy glow over the city.

"I've arranged everything," Daisy said. "Someone will pick you up once you land. I'm busy right now, but when I have time, I'll fly over to visit you." Jolie stared out the window, silent.

Daisy didn't care about her daughter's attitude. After all, in decisions like this, Jolie had no say.

At the airport, after passing through security, Jolie suddenly said, "I don't feel well. I need to use the restroom."