Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

They had started the meeting without him because they didn't think he'd make it. Aside Kage, he was the most arrogant member of the family.

He stood at the door, a wide smile on his face as he regarded the scene.

"Oooh. A mini-fight taking place. Hope I haven't missed the fun part?" He chuckled as he made his way in.

"Lancelot. You're late. Mr. Sam said.

"Yeah. I know, uncle. I know how to read a clock."

Walking past them, he went over to the wine counter where he poured himself some wine. He drank from his glass as he joined them.

"So, what did I miss?" He plonked into one of the chairs, next to a female cousin.

"We were just discussing a spy in the company. We don't know who it is yet." Kage answered, his cold eyes on him.

His gaze shifting to Kage, he smiled like he was just noticing him for the first time.

"Goodness" My dear dear Kage!" He stood up, heading over to Kage's seat.

There was an empty spot next to him, which he happily took

"Bro. Ive missed you! It's been what, four years?"

Lancelot had been out of the country for years and only returned a week ago.

He put a hand on the armrest, above Kage's shoulders.

"Don't tell me you didn't miss me, bro. I'm gonna be so hurt."

A low chuckle rumbled from Kage's heart. "The only thing I missed is your funeral.

"Ouch. Lancelot put a hand to his chest, feigning being hurt.

Lancelot was a year older than Kage. For years, they competited and hated each other. Lancelot was the most heartbroken when he learnt his grandfather had willed half of the company to Kage. The sick old man - he had thought. "Get off my spot, Lan. I don't want you here," Kage's tone was cold and intimidating.

"Why? Don't like to share?"

Kage glanced down at his hand still resting on the armrest.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Locking eyes with him, he said, "believe me, you wouldn't want me to ask again"

Lancelot laughed, but it lacked humour. He was already upset and it stemmed form the fact that he knew how crazy Kage could be.

He stood up.

"How's your wife, tho?" He remained standing. "I heard you two got divorced already. That's quite sad, you know? Your wife and I...we have unfinished business"

Hostility blurred in Kage's eyes, although he wouldn't deny feeling a little curious. What unfinished business was the asshole talking about?

"Just take a sit, Lancelot, please. We came here to resolve an issue, not create one," one of the men said.

Chuckling, Lancelot returned to his previous seat.

It was Kage's turn to rise.

"The meeting can go on without me. I'm sure we all know, without a doubt, that I'm not the spy. And we also know whoever the spy is will never reveal his or herself in this meeting. So, I'd rather spend my time doing something more important." He started for the door.

ton us.

"Kage... You can't walk out on

He paused at the door. "But just bear it in mind that whoever it is, if anything goes wrong with our forthcoming projects, I'll haunt you to the ends of the earth. I'll damn the consequences and have your blood in my hands:

A chilling silence enveloped the room. Turning around, he walked away.

His visage remained as chilly as ever as he sat in the backseat of the moving car, headed to the office. He put a call through to his secretary, the phone being on speaker and resting on the space beside him, while he operated his laptop on his thighs "What do I have for today, Joyce?" He inquired

His secretary went ahead to list his appointments for the day, one of them being the contract signing by Mr. Ambrose. Only Mr. Ambrose was sending a representative the second party.

"Um... sir," the lady cleared her throat. "A... About Mr. Ambrose's representative.

She delayed, making Kage curious enough to stop working on his laptop.

"Spill it out Joyce, or get off my phone," he brusqued.

"It's... It's your ex-wife."

Every sensation within Kage froze solid. He could swear his heart had stopped beating, and time seemed to pass by in a blur.

For a full minute, he was still, words unable to form in his head.

"Who did... Who did you say it was?" He struggled to speak pass the lump in his throat.

Kage never thought it'd be possible to feel that way.

"Your ex-wife, sir. Sylvie Hawkins. Sorry, Price. Sylvie Price."

Slowly, Kage's heart began beating again. But his shock started shifting into anger.

She was back? How? Where had she been the whole time? Why didn't she...

His million questions were stuck in his head, driving him insane.

"When is the meeting?"

**********

When Kage made the meeting an hour earlier than it was supposed to be. Sylvie knew she'd be going in for some drama

Her palms were sweaty as she approached the meeting room, her two colleagues beside her.

You can do this. He's an asshole. Just get his signature, and you'll be done she constantly reminded herself. Yet, it wasn't as easy as she wanted it to be.

Her hands were tempted to go to her belly, but she stopped herself just in time. He wasn't going to know, Her tummy was still very flat. Although, she had added a little bit of weight, but it didn't matter. People still get fat. Finally, they reached the room and went in. It was a small office with Kage and three other people in it.

Kage

Sylvie's heart skipped a beat the moment her gaze fell on him. He was still looking good and maintaining his charms, Well, it's only been six weeks.

Sylvie's throat clenched at the thought of carrying his twins. Then, her nervousness morphed into anger when she recalled how he'd accused her of cheating, forcing herself on him, and making her fall off the stairs. He didn't deserve the kids, neither did they deserve him.

Glancing at him brictly, she looked away. But even as she took her seat across from him, she could feel his angry eyes on her, and they weren't looking pleased.

The Kage before her was an unhappy Kage. The arrogant Kage which she hated.

"Good morning, Mr. Hawkins. Thank you for meeting with us, she began, her tone formal.

It sounded foreign to Kage, hearing her speak that way to him..

Sylvie proceeded to arrange the files before him.

"Leave us," the order came.

Lifting her face at him. Sylvie found him staring coldly at her. She wasn't sure he had looked away since she walked in.

I believe you not deaf, he added.

Without further delay, the people around left the oflice, leaving Sylvie alone with him.