The Divorcee Amazed the World

Willis’s grip on the documents tightened as he continued reading.

Jay is the Vice Chairman of Sam Auction House, and his father is named Sam Santana.

Sam is the main founder and the largest shareholder of Sam Auction House.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Sam Auction House, affiliated with Sam Arts and Crafts Import and Export Trading Company, has an annual turnover of over a hundred billion, making it one of the largest antique auction houses.

Perhaps Sam is too low-key, or maybe he doesn’t engage much in domestic activities; Willis hasn’t heard much about this person.

However, with such a family background, they certainly aren’t lacking in money.

He stared at the documents, lost in thought.

Three years ago, Helena chose him over Jay.

At that time, he was paralyzed from the waist down due to a spinal cord injury from a car accident, left with nothing but money.

Helena married him mainly because the family needed money, so he always thought Jay was a poor guy.

Looking at the information now, Jay doesn’t seem to be lacking in money.

Seeing Willis frowning while holding a stack of documents, Ryan, who was sitting beside him, asked, “What are you looking at?”

Willis casually replied, “Just checking some information someone had gathered.”

Without revealing much, he discreetly folded the documents and set them aside.

Ryan, sharp-eyed, caught a glimpse of “Sam” and pondered for a moment before saying, “Sam, I know a bit about this person. According to the family tree, I should address him as my cousin. His grandfather and my grandfather were cousins. However, their branch immigrated abroad many years ago, so we’ve grown distant.”

To Willis, it sounded like a distant relative.

Due to Helena’s reasons, he didn’t want to have any connection with Jay.

Ryan asked, “Why are you investigating him?”

“Just helping a friend with some inquiries,” Willis casually replied, providing a simple excuse.

After finishing their business discussions and having dinner, the group got up to leave.

Ryan stopped Willis and said, “Can you take Susan home?”

Willis subtly furrowed his brows and replied, “When I came, you mentioned Susan was near the office, so I picked her up on my way here. But now that we’re going home, she can ride with Owen; it’s on the way for them, unlike me.”

Ryan’s expression instantly darkened, but in front of Owen and the others, he couldn’t easily react.

Being bluntly rejected by Willis, especially in front of so many people, made Susan lose face, and her dislike for Helena grew even stronger.

If it weren’t for the convenient timing of her grandmother’s death, they would have divorced long ago.

In their family, Susan silently cursed Helena and her grandmother.

Back at home, Helena was sitting on the sofa, reading an ancient book, when she heard the door opening and smelled alcohol. Assuming Willis had gotten drunk, she hurriedly stood up and went to the shoe cabinet to fetch slippers.

It was something she used to do.

Willis held her, gently preventing her from getting the slippers, and said, “I didn’t drink much, and my legs have been fine for a long time. Don’t take care of me like before; you are my wife,” not a servant.

He didn’t say the latter part aloud because Helena had been doing the work of a maid before.

Helena pursed her lips, standing still. She felt a bit uneasy, especially after Willis and Susan shared a car.

Willis changed his shoes by himself.

Helena helped him take off his watch and then started to unbutton his suit jacket.

Although it was just a gesture, she actually wanted to check if there were any traces of Susan on him.

While taking off the suit, she covertly checked his collar, looking for lipstick marks. She even sniffed lightly to check for perfume, trying to determine if Susan had hugged him and where.

She thought she concealed it well, but Willis noticed everything.

Amused, he leaned down and gently rubbed his nose against hers, teasing, “Why are you sniffing around like a little dog?”

Being caught on the spot, Helena felt a bit embarrassed.