Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 104 - 95: Why Don’t You Just Stay and Die Abroad 2

Chapter 104: Chapter 95: Why Don’t You Just Stay and Die Abroad 2

Faye Townsend is my wife.

In this lifetime, I will never sign that divorce agreement.

You liking her is your business, and me not letting go is mine.

You want to marry her? Dream on."

Hunter Warren turned and left, while Oliver Turner shouted angrily at his back, "Do you think not divorcing will keep her heart?

Let me tell you, she doesn’t love you anymore. The one she loves now is me.

Even if you two don’t divorce, I can still accompany her for a lifetime, just wait and see."

Hunter got into his car and left without looking back, while Oliver furiously kicked at the road kerb, cursing.

Faye sat in the car, not angry but laughing instead.

Laughing at her own cleverness, laughing at her own foolishness.

She thought she was a smart woman, but when it came to things involving Hunter Warren, her mind always seemed unclear.

In her battles with Hunter Warren, she had never won.

In front of him, she truly lost completely.

Hunter Warren must be feeling very smug right now.

Yes, in front of so many people, he gained the upper hand with just one sentence, extinguishing all her calculations.

So impressive.

I can’t keep doing this in the future, really shouldn’t.

The six years abroad were going well, I can’t let it all be in vain.

When she returned to the hotel, Darnley was already asleep.

Uncle Rivers noticed she didn’t look well and was quite worried, "Miss, are you alright?"

"Tonight was a class reunion, I was happy and drank a bit, so I have a headache now."

"I’ll make you some hangover soup."

"No need, Uncle Rivers." Faye stopped Uncle Rivers, "I’ll be fine after a sleep. It’s so late, you should go and rest early too.

Starting tomorrow, I plan to move to the villa.

By then, come over early to help me take Darnley there."

"So soon?"

"Yes." Faye nodded, "I’m tired of living in the hotel."

"Alright, then you should rest early, Miss. I’ll head back now."

After Uncle Rivers left, Faye walked into the bathroom.

Looking at her disheveled self in the mirror, Faye laughed dejectedly, "Idiot, Faye Townsend, you’re just an idiot."

She wondered if in her past life she had killed Hunter Warren’s entire family, which is why she was trapped so tightly in this one.

Knocking sounds came from the door while Faye was washing her face, causing her to come out quickly.

She was worried about waking Darnley up.

Coming out of the bathroom, she glanced at Darnley sleeping soundly and peacefully on the bed.

After opening the door, the person standing there was Zenia Yates.

Seeing her, Faye was not surprised.

Danielle had asked her where she was staying today, Zenia probably overheard it.

"Faye, let’s talk."

Following suit, Faye stepped out of the room and closed the door.

Zenia turned her head to leave, but Faye leaned against the wall, indifferent, "I don’t have time to waste on you. Say what you need to here."

Zenia turned to cross her arms over her chest and stared at her, "Are you satisfied now? Making the whole world know that I’m the other woman, are you happy?

Faye, if you can’t keep your own man, that’s your own incompetence.

What gives you the right to blame others?

I’ve already said sorry, why can’t you be more forgiving?

You want me to kneel and apologize? Faye, dream on.

You already have everything—money, family background, looks, every advantage.

And me? All I have is Hunter Warren. You were doing well abroad, why did you have to come back?

Why didn’t you just die abroad?

Your pathetic marriage, even without me, someone else would show up, wouldn’t they?"

Faye turned her head and smiled, thinking about performance, compared to Zenia, she would never qualify for an Oscar.

For the first time, she realized Zenia could actually keep herself composed.

With so much resentment, she managed to hold it in at the reunion just now.

"Zenia, you’re right, with my shaky marriage, even without you, there’d be others.

But I’d rather it be someone else, not you."

Faye stepped away from the wall a bit to face her.

"I don’t hate you for ruining my marriage.

But I hate that you were my best friend.

It’s been six years, yet you still haven’t become Hunter Warren’s wife.

How does it feel to love someone for six years and still not have them?

Do you, even just a little bit, understand how I felt back then?"

Faye smiled sarcastically, "I’ve said it before, the pain I went through must be returned to you all, bit by bit."

Zenia gritted her teeth, "Do you think just because I don’t fight back, I’m easy to bully?

Listen, Faye, I won’t let you succeed.

I’m not you. Since I’ve waited six years for him, I have the confidence to stand by him to the end.

I absolutely won’t let him leave my side.

Don’t think you’ll come back and take him away from me again; I won’t let go, not even if I die.

Let me tell you, you will never win against me, because I’m tougher than you."

Finishing her words, Zenia turned and left angrily.

Watching Zenia’s departing figure, Faye leaned back against the wall, unable to cut the ties, yet the mess was still a mess.

Zenia was right, why didn’t she just die abroad?

She really came back just to look for trouble.

Should she just not care about the Townsend business and escape back abroad?

Faye closed her eyes, really insane, even coming up with such drunken ideas.

Why should she abandon the Townsend legacy, just to escape from people who had hurt her?

Didn’t she want to let go? Escaping is not letting go.

True letting go is to remain calm even when meeting.

Upon opening her eyes again, there was much more clarity in them.

Yes, she had to face it bravely.

The next morning, Uncle Rivers drove over to take Darnley to the villa.

Meanwhile, Faye set out directly to the company from the hotel.

By noon, she had reviewed all the materials she had. She made a call to the secretary’s office.

A little later, the head of the secretary’s office knocked and came in.

"Director Townsend, all the employee files from the secretary’s office you requested are here. Please take a look."

Faye took the files and after going through them, she picked out two.

"Transfer these two to work with me starting today."

The head of the secretary office took the files, "Brielle Golden has been with our company for five years, with qualifications and experience both adequate.

But Declan Rivers... Director Townsend, he’s still a newcomer. I’m worried he might impede your work.

How about I recommend someone more suitable?"

"No need, I’ll handle these two myself." Faye looked up at him calmly. "Alright, there’s nothing more here, you can go now."

"Yes."

A few minutes after the head of the secretary office left, Brielle Golden and Declan Rivers arrived together to report in.

Brielle was two years older than her and could be considered a longstanding employee from Oliver Turner’s era of leadership.

In terms of work matters, she should know much more than her.

As for Declan Rivers, her choice was simply because he was Uncle Rivers’ son.

In the past, she had dealt with him several times and liked his steady and dependable nature, much like Uncle Rivers.

"Director Townsend."

"Director Townsend."

They spoke in unison, looking at Faye.

Faye smiled lightly, "Welcome to working with me here, first, I’ll state two points.

First, if you’re unwilling to work under me, you can now voluntarily return to your original posts.

I won’t object or try to retain you, respecting your choices.

But if you choose to stay, you must abide by my working principles and be absolutely loyal to me.

Betrayal is something I despise the most.

Second, you must not engage in internal conflicts between yourselves, there must be a sense of teamwork, mutual support.

I demand a relaxed and pleasant working environment.

No shirking of responsibility is allowed.

If something happens here, as long as you dare to admit it, I can help shoulder the blame.

But if you shirk responsibility, then I’m sorry, no matter who you are, pack up and leave immediately."

Faye finished and let her gaze circle around the two, "Take ten minutes to think about it.

You can consider it outside and then come back with your answer."

Declan Rivers was a bit excited, "President, I don’t need to think about it, I will definitely adhere to the two points you’ve made."

Brielle Golden also nodded, "Same here, please rest assured, President."

"Alright then, Secretary Golden, Secretary Rivers, let’s work pleasantly together.

Secretary Rivers, please inform the vice president to come to my office.

Secretary Golden, arrange the work handover with Director Turner for this afternoon."

"Yes, Director Townsend."

After they left, Faye took out her phone and called Darnley.

When Darnley picked up the phone, his voice was very lively, "Faye, what’s up? I’m busy."

"What are you busy with?"

"Grandfather Rivers is helping me set up a swing in the yard.

When you come back from work tonight, you’ll get to see our hard work."

"I see. It’s so hot. Remember to have Grandpa come inside to cool off for a bit, don’t let him get too hot."

"I know."

"Alright then, Mommy won’t chat any longer, Mommy needs to work now."

After hanging up, there was a knock on the door followed by Declan Rivers’ voice, "Director Townsend, the vice president, he..."

"Alright, alright, do you need to waste your breath announcing it?"

Then, the door was pushed open.

Richard Townsend walked over to her desk with his hands in his pockets carelessly.

"My dear Director Townsend, what do you want with me now? Looking for trouble?

What’s this, planning to fight me once a day, is that it?"

Seeing his attire, a pink striped suit and pointy white shoes, with his hair slicked up, Faye felt a headache coming.

"Is this place a nightclub?"

"How uncouth, this is the most trendy outfit right now, don’t you understand?"

Richard spun once in front of Faye, "Perfect, right?"

Faye rubbed her forehead, "Can’t you take things seriously?

Living like this every day, how boring is that?"

"Who says it’s boring, is arguing with you interesting? Isn’t it equally boring?

Yet you still drag me over every day."

"Who said anything about arguing, I’m calling you to discuss something."

Truly, Faye always felt, talking to a man like him was like speaking a different language altogether.