Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

my death

As the days went on, my private Investigator found out more information. Apparently, Lucas had planned to instigate a car accident on my engagement day - an accident that will surely take my life and completely get me out of the picture. His plan, we discovered, was to seize the opportunity of that he would make happen and replace my place as Sandra's fiance and then he'd seize control of GT Group. I was shocked, to be honest. I wondered why he was with Sydney, tagging her along when he means to marry someone else. Though, I didn't hear that he's married to Sandra yet but it was satisfying that the bitch was out of my life.

Really, my plan was a stone that I've used to kill lots of birds.

I also worked in helping mum get rid of her addiction to gambling. Later, it became a game of exposing Lucas but a part of me still thinks that mum might still be addicted to the act.

That aside. Mum had been furious when I told her I would get in the car and get involved in the accident he had planned. We had argued about it for days until she reluctantly agreed to see reason with me. We needed to make everything look like it was working his way so I had to get in the car.

When the car came running into us, I tightly grabbed the seat belt as I protected my head, minimizing my injuries. My assistant and driver took care of themselves too.

The swift arrival of the ambulance and police, thanks to Sydney, had made it impossible for Lucas' men to come to the accident scene to ensure that I was dead and if I wasn't, they'd do the job.

So when I woke up at the hospital, I hatched my final plan and pretended to have lost my memory

With mum's help', I announced to the outside world that I had lost my memory and the information

I spread everywhere, making everyone think that he had lost his ability to control GT Group. All a plot to give Lucas what he wants and just as expected, at that point, Lucas completely let down his guard. What made this amnesia bit if the plan more thrilling and heart warming was Sydney's concern for me. She tried to hide it but it was always there that she was concerned about him. Each time we're alone together,l feel extremely joyful. Sometimes, I feel so happy to the extent that I usually contemplated telling her the truth but I was just happy, I didn't lose my brains.

Playing the amnesia drama with her sometimes made me want to burst out laughing and pointing at her face but I always ensure to hold back my laughter and keep up my act.

It was not expected that she would choose to support me now. It had been a risk though. For all I knew, Sydney might have refused to merge her shares with me but thankfully, she did. "Alright, everyone please leave, I have family matters to deal with," I said after the host was done spluttering some gibberish.

As soon as my words fell, the shareholders, regretting that they had chosen the wrong side, scrambled out of the room with their heads hung down in shame. Mark watched as Sydney confidently filed out that I almost missed Lucas glaring at the bodyguard who had stepped forward and stopped him from leaving

the room

"Uncle, we haven't finished our family affairs, you can't leave yet," I said. As he took a step back and turned to face me,the body guards locked the double doors.

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"What are you proud of, huh?" He scowled at me. "Even if you win this time, don't forget that I still have ten percent of the shares in my possession, I still have the chance to make a comeback, we'll fight slowly. "He held my gaze, "Winning doesn't have to be now but some day."

Some day, I scoffed and thought ridiculously in my head. Just like how today had been someday in his plan.

"You're talking about the 10% of shares in your hand?" I scoffed and raised my eyebrows, "Would you believe me if I told you that I can dilute your shares clean in an hour?"

He said nothing, the rage in his eyes just grew further as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Didn't you look carefully at those mysterious clauses hidden between the lines before signing the contract?" I shook my head, "No? Oh. I see. Well, you should have."

My uncle gave me a long hard look before speaking calmly, "You are clever, but I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

I tipped my head back and groaned out a noise, dragging my palm down my face in frustration, I was being dramatic but it was impossible not to be exasperated about Lucas' constant calmness.

That was one thing I hated so much about Lucas; he always managed to remain calm, no matter the situation.

I sneered at him. I got down from the podium, walked up to him and started to circle him, "Oh uncle. I admire how confidently you always believe in yourself.

I stopped before him and held his gaze. "But I'd advise you not to try anything else. This is my territory," I enunciated every word so that it could get stuck in his sick head. "So you better roll back to Italy where you came from before I kill you! That's where you should be!"Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

As expected, he only gave off the shift in his aloofness by giving an angry look then he turned around and stormed out.