Go After My Ex-wife

Raeleigh became silent. Jepherson was right. However, she still felt upset. Although she was the one who made those choices from the beginning, she could not rule out the fact that Jepherson might have lured her into making such a decision step by step.

As she stood there in silence, Jepherson's lips curled into a crooked grin, and he said, "Actually, there is a way."

She glared at him disdainfully. "What did you say?"

"I said there's a way for you to redeem yourself." He flashed her a meaningful smile. Her senses told her that this was a bigger trap.

But she couldn't help but to ask, "What are the terms and conditions?"

"Three months, Raeleigh. If you're willing to accompany me for three months without a word of complaint and without leaving my side, then I'll publish one of my works to buy your freedom."

Raeleigh was stunned for a moment. Then, she asked, "Are you kidding me?"

Jepherson chuckled and replied, "Am I a dishonest person to you?"

Raeleigh pursed her lips, and her expression changed instantly. She stared at Jepherson, as if she was in a dream. Everything around her seemed so unreal, especially Jepherson.

The problem was...

She didn't mind three months. It was a much better deal compared to three years. But...

"What do you want me to do during these three months?" She stared at him suspiciously.

If he were to ask her to sleep with him, then she would reject his offer without hesitation. She knew exactly what he was thinking about. She knew very well what kind of man he was, and she didn't want to take the risk.

The three-year contract would be over soon if she could bear a little longer. Besides, her brother already reassured her that they could file a lawsuit. Although she didn't have the money, her family could probably afford it. She thought she would pay back the money once she earned them in the future.

She pondered over it for a long time, and she then decided to ask more details about the offer.

Jepherson nodded and answered in a soothing voice, "You know that I've always wanted to marry you, Raeleigh. I could set you free if you were to marry me, but I know you will never agree to it."

"So what?" Raeleigh knew that he had something else to say. Jepherson thought for a while and continued, "So, I propose, if you agree to be my fiancée for three months, then I will be happy to set you free." "How would I know if you're telling the truth?"

"I swear on my life."

Raeleigh pursed her lips and glanced around her. After a while, she said, "So, does being your fiancée mean I'm only engaged to you, or is there anything else you want from me? I don't want to have any physical contact with you."

"Raeleigh, you are too naive. Since you are my fiancée, we will have to appear in public together. So, physical contact is inevitable. But I can guarantee that I won't do anything to you without your consent. However, we will still hug, hold each other's hands, sit together, or whisper in each other's ears in public. The outsiders will follow us and take photos of us, so you should cooperate with me. In addition..." Raleigh cut him off in annoyance. "Why do you have so many conditions?"

"In addition, during these three months, you must work in cooperation with me as my special assistant and learn how to run a company from me."

"Why?"

"There's no reason. You are important to the company. The company only wants your work, but I want you. If I can't make you stay with me forever, then I'd rather spend the remaining minutes with you. At the very least, I have three months."

Raeleigh suddenly found his words funny, and she was at a loss for words. So, she did not say anything more and only stared at him intently.

Jepherson picked up the pen in front of him and spread a piece of blank paper on the table. Then, he lowered his head and began drawing as he said, "With your current net worth, it would cost you at least hundreds of millions dollars to file a lawsuit."

"Although the Osteen family is well-off, I believe you can imagine the amount of money they have to spend on a meaningless lawsuit."

"Besides, hundreds of millions of dollars is not a tiny amount to the Osteen family."

"You should also know that you must find someone with certain accomplishments to help you redeem yourself."

But now, there are only less than a handful of people who could help. Mom and Lamarre were among the candidates. But as far as I know, Lamarre's resignation was not valid. Although Lamarre has already handed over the resignation letter to Santiago, Santiago was only a manager. He has no right to approve the resignation."

"Therefore, the resignation letter was pointless. You can only file a lawsuit on the company's works."

"Other than the two of them, there are also a few other internationally renowned designers. But undoubtedly, none of them dares to challenge the Harvey Group." "But I can help you..."

He lifted his eyes and looked at Raeleigh but noticed that she was staring intently at his half-completed drawing.

She tilted her head to one side as she observed the drawing. As a designer herself, she believed that the drawing was a car designed specifically for women.

Jepherson glanced at the seat next to him and instructed, "Sit down and watch."

Raeleigh walked over and sat down quietly, waiting for him to finish the drawing.

Jepherson turned around and continued with the drawing.

That time, he remained silent. When he finally completed the car design, Raeleigh frowned slightly and whispered, "Is it white?"

"No, it's not."

He turned to look at her. "I haven't thought about the color yet."

"I thought it's white."

"A white one would really suit you. But you probably will not like this type of design..."

Raeleigh pursed her lips and defended it. "I don't like the design, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't look good in white. Besides, the car seems more suitable for a mature and stable woman. White is a suitable color. It's elegant, noble, and emphasizes a woman's gentleness."

"Burgundy would be suitable for those noble ladies who like to show off."

"White is a neutral color, and it's suitable for both men and women. However, red is bolder and more feminine."

"Who says that a woman must be bold and unrestrained? Stop it with your male..."

Raeleigh suddenly stopped herself mid-sentence. She thought there was no point arguing with Jepherson.

Jepherson fidgeted with the pen. His face seemed thoughtful as he said, "I will publish this design later when the time comes. Now, I'm giving you a chance. If the car you designed outsells this one, then I will terminate your contract. But if your car can't outsell mine, then you will accept my proposal to be my fiancée for three months and fully cooperate with me."

Raeleigh stared at him as she thought of her work, still confident with herself. After looking at Jepherson's design, she thought that such design, coupled with some other aspects, would appeal to white-collar workers. However, based on the current economic situation, not many white-collar workers could afford such a car.

She hesitated for a long while before answering, "Alright, I accept the offer. But you can't do anything inappropriate to me."

She blushed and turned her face away to look at the drawing.

The corners of Jepherson's lips curled into a grin. His heart was finally at ease!