From Divorce To Dominance

"Her original plan was to find one a day, 365 in total," Leon replied, sensing a shift in the conversation. Mr.

Luther,

this is about Natalie. I hope we can discuss business."

"I'll decide what's business," Darren replied, his tone serious, "Do you have any objections?"

His piercing gaze bore down on Leon, exuding an oppressive air of authority.

Leon frowned, momentarily at a loss for words.

Darren, noticing his hesitation, let out a cold hum, his anger simmering. He took a large sip of coffee to regain composure. Good Natalie. One boyfriend per day, preparing for a whole year? She even established a group chat with thousands of backup guys. She claimed to love him, but once she left him, she behaved more wildly than anyone else. Now, he questic questioned I her love for him, wondering how genuine it was. Darren felt his barely suppressed anger beginning to resurface.

Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his coffee cup. "Let's get down to business. Where is the farm from that Tiktok video with her? The scenery looks great for a photo shoot." Leon suppressed his doubts as the work topic emerged.

"That's Natalie's talie's farm."

"I'm asking for the location," Darren said, frowning. "Skip the useless details."

Leon shook his head. "I don't know."

"Have you not been there?" Darren chuckled. "And you still don't know?"

"I genuinely don't," Leon insisted. "It was her farm. After I got the job, they sent a private plane for me, then took me to a private island."

Darren s sat up straight. Finally, he'd heard something useful.

on the plane and woke up mid-flight, remaining unclear about the exact location.

Leon explained d he had slept on

"But it should be somewhere in the country." He thought for a moment and added, "There doesn't seem to be a time difference. However, Mr. Luther, Nat probably wouldn't agree to a shoot." Whatever. Darren didn't care for that place and didn't plan to promote Leon, who annoyed him. Who told him to keep calling her "Natalie" nonstop? He felt it irritating. Darren asked sharply, "From the live stream, it seems you're on good terms with Natalie now?" Darren's que

Leon noticed that

He responded with a faint questions were always centered on Natalie. Darren's frustration grew. Yet Natalie get along well and chat privately."

smile, "We

alie maintained contact with one-day boyfriends. Even worse, she kept thinking about them and chatting with them from time to time.

Did she have time to chat with others but not with him?

Natalie blocked one of his WhatsApp accounts while ignoring the other. Why was he being treated differently? Darren w

was furious that Natalie managed her time poorly, unable to spread her attention equally. He was even more irritated by Leon's smug tone as if he was showing off their close relationship. Pinching his fingers, Darren said sharply, "You guys can be close in private, that's your business. You can work as partners on the program, but I don't want you speculating as a couple with her." Leon was confused. "But the company said they want me to..." Darren

"Natalie's e's indeed got a lot of buzz, but she's just too erratic and demanding. Unbinding the fake romance later will be a hassle. Sure, fake romances can bring temporary attention but also limit your growth." Leon wanted to

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to continue:

"It's settled. Got it?" Darren said, signaling the end of the conversation, "You can go now."

Leon

seemed to be deep in thought but didn't say anything. He turned and left, closing the door behind him.

and ripped off his tie.

Darren threw his pen on the tab initially slow but soon his fingers flew across the keys, code scrolling rapidly on the screen.

He began typing on the keyboard,

Ten minutes later, his search yielded nothing. He followed Leon's lead to find an advertisement for a one-day boyfriend, but the traces had been erased. Even advanced recovery methods proved futile. He had hoped to find some clues here.

Natalie

Feeling

was well-hidden, and the more elusive she became, the more curious he grew. He wondered what kind of person his wife of three years was. gannoyed, Darren pinched his brow and called out, "Tony."

Tony entered respectfully, "Mr. Luther."

"Check the private islands in the country," said Darren.

"Understood!" Tony replied, silently lamenting his increased workload. He had to investigate old stories from five years ago, gold-digging technicians, the whereabouts of Alex, and now private islands.

Darren asked, "What about the gold-digging technicians?"

As he grumbled still looking into it."

Tony

replied, "I'm still

"Why i is it taking so long?" Darren asked, clearly displeased.

Tony replied bitterly, "Mr. Luther, it's only been a day.

You're too anxious. If you want to know, why not just ask Ms. Xavier directly?"

Darren glared at t him. "She loves me but can't have me.

She's trying to provoke me by finding some random guy.

What would she say if I asked her?"

"Aren't you her random guy too?" Tony blurted out, suddenly feeling his scalp tingle. Quickly, he corrected himself, "What I mean is, since you added Ms. Xavier with a different account, why not pretend to be her random guy and ask her? Maybe she'll spill something." Darren considered this. He pulled out his phone, his mood complex as he glanced at their last chat. He could almost hear that pretentious male voice calling him "hubby."

With an expressionless face, he sent a message. Lift Weights for an Hour Every Day: [I've been working on my muscles lately. Honey, do you want to see?]

It was past seven in the evening, and Natalie was playing with her phone.

Upon receiving the message, she raised an eyebrow in interest.

She thought this greasy man had been scared off after their last chat, but here he was again, trying to entice her.

Natalie lazily typed. Queen Natalie: [Bring it on.]

Darren was surprised by her quick reply.

She seemed to accept being called his honey.

He stood up to take a picture, knowing he needed to charm her before diving into serious questions. Though he wasn't skilled at charming women, he knew how to handle Natalie. Darren removed his suit and shirt, took a picture of his arm, and sent it.

His strong biceps and smooth lines were visually striking, making Natalie smirk appreciatively.

The man her grandpa recommended might be greasy, but his body was amazing. Just as she thought about it, another message popped up. Lift Weights for an Hour Every Day: [Honey, where else would you like to see?]