CHAPTER 114: CHAPTER 114: IVY MISUNDERSTANDS DAMIEN

Damien Lancaster frowned, "Explain clearly, when did I ever decide that you would only get ten thousand in the property division?"

Ivy Summers sneered coldly, grabbed the divorce agreement placed there, and slapped it against Damien Lancaster’s chest, "If you don’t admit it, then see for yourself."

Damien Lancaster picked up the divorce agreement, lowered his gaze, and looked for a long time. When he saw the words "ten thousand," his face instantly turned cold.

"Damien Lancaster, you might not want to give me anything in the property division, but you don’t need to humiliate me with ten thousand dollars either."

"This divorce agreement is wrong," Damien said in a deep voice.

"What’s wrong?"

Damien Lancaster had clearly instructed Julian Jacobs not to shortchange Ivy Summers in the property division, so how could it only be ten thousand dollars?

Damien Lancaster pressed his lips tightly, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

The other party answered, "Sir."

Damien Lancaster said, "Get in here."

Julian Jacobs listened to Damien Lancaster’s tone, suspecting that he had made a grave mistake.

Julian Jacobs quickly entered, "Sir."

"Why are you taking it out on Julian Jacobs? He was only following your orders; don’t try to blame him," Ivy Summers said, staring at Damien Lancaster.

Damien Lancaster’s face was full of darkness.

Ivy Summers looked at Julian Jacobs, "Special Assistant Jacobs, was it him who instructed you to draft this divorce agreement?"

Julian Jacobs glanced at Damien Lancaster, then at Ivy Summers, his heart pounding, and truthfully answered, "Yes, he instructed me to draft it."

"Did you hear that yourself? What are you arguing about?" Ivy Summers redirected her gaze back to Damien Lancaster.

"Did I tell you to only give her ten thousand in the property division?" Damien’s icy gaze landed on Julian Jacobs.

"Te... ten thousand?" Julian Jacobs was stunned.

What ten thousand?

The divorce agreement was tossed onto Julian Jacobs.

Julian Jacobs hurriedly opened it to check, and when he saw the glaring "ten thousand" written there, he couldn’t believe it.

How could that be?

He rubbed his eyes and repeatedly confirmed it.

As the chief assistant, Julian Jacobs had always been meticulous. After instructing the lawyer to draft the divorce agreement according to Damien Lancaster’s requirements, he personally checked each detail before placing it on Damien’s desk.

So there’s no way he made such a big mistake, turning tens of billions into ten thousand.

"Sir, I don’t know what happened; how could it become like this?"

Damien Lancaster raised an eyebrow, "Are you asking me?"

"I..." Julian Jacobs immediately looked at Ivy Summers and explained, "Madam, the divorce agreement Mr. Lancaster instructed me to draft specified at least tens of billions, definitely not the ten thousand written on this version."

Ivy Summers confirmed, "But the one you gave me was this one."

Julian Jacobs scratched his head, extremely troubled. This divorce agreement was the one he gave Ivy Summers to sign, and it was returned to Damien Lancaster after she signed it, so the error didn’t occur on Ivy Summers’s end.

So where exactly did it go wrong?

Damien Lancaster said, "The divorce agreement has been swapped. Go investigate."

Damien Lancaster knew Julian Jacobs couldn’t have made such an outrageous mistake unless the divorce agreement was replaced early on.

"Yes, I’ll check right away."

Julian Jacobs dared not delay a second and immediately went to investigate.

Ivy Summers also understood, so... was it a misunderstanding?

The emotion in Damien Lancaster’s eyes calmed down, "This divorce agreement is not the one I intended to give you. Though I wasn’t perfect to you in those three years together, I wouldn’t shortchange you in the divorce property division. This divorce agreement is void."

Ivy Summers pondered for a moment, seemingly realizing something, her eyes flashing with an understanding.

She knew who did it. No one else but Rachel Shaw could have done such a thing.

She raised her head, "No need, let’s just divorce according to this agreement first."

Damien Lancaster’s slightly relaxed expression turned cold again, "If you divorce according to this agreement, you won’t get any assets. Ivy Summers, aren’t you smart? Can’t you figure this out?"

Ivy Summers’s eyes flickered.

It would be a loss.

Only a fool would refuse money.

But Ivy Summers feared delays could lead to unforeseen changes; what if Damien Lancaster went back and decided against the divorce?

Not to mention, the ten billion from Gregory Lancaster was enough.

Ivy Summers spoke, her gaze resolute, "I’ve figured it out, but my answer remains the same."

"Ivy Summers!"

Such a consistent answer.

Damien Lancaster gritted his teeth, calling Ivy Summers’s name with unprecedented harshness for the first time.

Not her life, not the money, just a desire for divorce.

Am I some sort of plague? Making her want to run away so desperately?

"If I say now that I won’t divorce, what will you do?"

Ivy Summers gasped, looking at him, "Why? You promised in person; how can you go back on your word?"

"Because I’m Damien Lancaster."

Damien Lancaster’s handsome face was filled with coldness, pulling Ivy Summers close to him, "Glaring at me? Does glaring work? Ivy Summers, only when your power exceeds mine will you have a say in front of me."

Ivy Summers gritted her teeth, her eyes fixed angrily on him, "Damien Lancaster, there’s no one more shameless than you in the world."

Anger was unending in Damien Lancaster’s eyes, "Yes, I’m shameless, so what?"

"Damien Lancaster!"

"Shout, keep shouting, if you want a divorce, I’ll take you back and lock you up, see how you divorce me."

With that, Damien Lancaster dragged Ivy Summers out, she jerked her hand away, pleading for help from those nearby, "Call the police, he’s forcing me, trying to imprison me..."

Before she finished her sentence, everyone around pretended not to see.

From Ivy Summers’s address just now, they realized this powerful man was Damien Lancaster.

Damien Lancaster, of the Lancaster Group.

Who would dare offend him?

"Call the police for me..."

"Shut up." Damien Lancaster pulled Ivy Summers in front of him, lifted her up horizontally, ignoring her struggles, he stubbornly dragged her outside and forcefully put her into the car.

Damien Lancaster didn’t know why he was so angry; anything involving Ivy Summers would easily ignite his fury.

Ivy Summers wanted to escape.

The car door was slammed shut.

Ivy Summers pushed open the door on the other side and ran.

With a cold expression, Damien Lancaster walked around, wrapped his arm around her waist, and effortlessly lifted her up.

"Ah!"

His arm pressed against Ivy Summers’s wound, causing her to tremble in pain.

Damien Lancaster realized and immediately let go of her.

Ivy Summers covered her abdomen and squatted down.

Damien Lancaster immediately squatted down with her, looking anxious, "Did I press your wound? Where does it hurt? Speak, Ivy Summers!"

Ivy Summers didn’t say anything, holding her stomach and bowing her head, her expression unseen, he didn’t know if she was crying, and Damien was now afraid to touch her, a bit at a loss.

A second later, Ivy Summers suddenly stood up and shoved Damien away.