Chapter 71

Vivian inhaled sharply before stepping into Ethan's office.

The silhouette of Ethan's lean frame stood outlined against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sunlight accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs, giving him an almost regal presence.

Yet the glacial aura surrounding him turned the room into an icebox.

Clearly, the human glacier knew everything now.

But Vivian remained composed. She calmly produced the share transfer agreement. "Mr. Blackwood, if you have a moment, please sign this. A clean asset division will make our divorce proceedings smoother."

Ethan turned. The sunlight softened his sharp features, making his handsome face even more striking.

"Why the rush? Shouldn't you explain yourself first?"

"Explain?" Vivian's expression didn't waver. She had nothing left to lose. "First, Walter Reynolds demanded seven million from you on his own accord. Believe what you will."

"Second, the security flaws in Blackwood Group's database existed long before I pointed them out. I simply gave you advance warning. Retaliate if you must."

"Third, our divorce agreement clearly states Lockhart Enterprises belongs to me. The courts will enforce it regardless of your signature."

Ethan studied her with an inscrutable gaze. After a long pause, he said coldly, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Was I unclear? Make your move then! Stop wasting time!"

Vivian braced herself. The man always settled his debts. She'd face whatever came head-on.

Ethan's frown deepened. "That hacker claimed you're his ex. That you're divorcing me to reunite with him. Explain."

"What?! His ex?" Vivian nearly choked. "That's what he told you?"

"What else should he have said?"

"Complete fabrication!" Vivian raised two fingers. "I swear on my future husband's painful death, I barely know the man!"

Ethan: "..."

Oddly, he felt personally cursed.

But Vivian's vehement denial seemed genuine. His stormy expression eased slightly.

"Aside from that nonsense... did he say anything else?" Vivian ventured.

"No."

"Good. That's... good."

She exhaled in relief.

A false alarm! Julian Blackthorn might be eccentric, but he had some honor among thieves.

Suddenly Ethan closed the distance, backing her against the desk. His voice dropped. "From your reaction, it seems there's history between you two?"

"Absolutely not!" Vivian's cheeks warmed. Why was he so close?

"What did you discuss alone earlier?" He stepped closer still.

Through their clothes, she felt his body heat, his steady heartbeat. The air between them grew charged.

'Damn it! Is this appropriate for soon-to-be-divorced people?'

Just as she thought he might kiss her, Ethan retreated, his usual aloof mask back in place. Almost cheerfully, he extended his hand. "Give me the papers."