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I pulled up the transfer details and displayed the list of assets moved overseas on the big screen.
Every penny you transferred is recorded here. Which transaction did you think you could hide?
The camera captured the moment cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Live broadcast, stripped of everything, assets belong to Lin Yue!
The hall fell silent in an instant, and the staff almost forgot to sign.
Shen Yichen finally broke down, trembling as he pushed back his chair—he actually knelt down in front of everyone, nearly losing control as he cried out in a low voice: Lin Yue, don’t sign the contract, I’ll give you all the money, just please don’t make this a public spectacle!
His voice was hoarse, like a discarded dog.
I slammed the agreement down on the table, locking my gaze onto his eyes: Shen Yichen, whether you kneel or act, this marriage must end today!
The live chat exploded; even a scumbag kneeling was useless—this is what it means to be ruthless.
I raised my hand to sign decisively and calmly. After signing the last line, I handed it to the staff: The paperwork is complete.
The staff hesitated for two seconds but still seriously stamped it with an official seal.
I watched as Shen Yichen's face turned pale, inch by inch, while reporters captured this moment, forever nailing it to the pillar of public disgrace.
You have nothing now. Remember to reflect well at tomorrow's shareholders' meeting.
He gasped for breath, stammering: Yue Yue, do I still have a chance?
I picked up my bag, my gaze sharp as a blade: Opportunities are meant for people, not for dogs.
Outside the hall, the rain had just stopped, and a smoking reporter approached: "Lin Yue, I heard you've taken over Shen Yichen's overseas funds. Is this fraud?"
I smiled faintly, deliberately aiming at all the cameras: "All assets have been legally transferred. Don't ask me anymore; President Shen said the business transfer is final. No more excuses."
The comments flooded in, calling out the female protagonist for her audacity, "The divorce scene is a bloodbath."
Shen Yichen stood frozen in place, and finally, summoning courage from somewhere, he pushed himself up with both hands: "You ruined me..."
I didn't even lift my eyes: "Ruined you? You brought this upon yourself."
The divorce certificate slipped into my bag like a sharp weapon, its cold touch sending a shiver through my palm.
Outside the hall, the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance as a bright light broke through the sky.
Suddenly, Su Wanqing's mother burst in, her face pale and furious: "Lin Yue, give us back our innocence!"
I turned without taking a step back, my voice cold enough to freeze: "Go ask your daughter."
She cried out and collapsed on the ground, the woman before the cameras no longer held her former pride or dignity—
Shen Yichen stumbled out of the door, and the crowd surged forward, reporters' microphones nearly poking his face.
He shouted for them to get away! but no one was willing to let him leave with any semblance of dignity.
I pushed through the crowd as the warm breeze rushed through my hair.
The phone vibrated incessantly, notifications chiming one after another: company shares, overseas assets, and property lists were all credited to my account.
Having endured so much adversity, it was finally my turn to reap the victory that belonged to me.
All that remained were the countless comments on the screen and the rapid clicking of cameras, along with a sea of attention.
I stood in the center of the entrance, my long hair swept up by the wind. As I turned back, I found myself facing all the lenses.
In that moment, I smiled faintly at myself.
Inside the civil affairs bureau hall, an officer whispered to his colleague, "This woman is formidable; she moves too quickly."
Shen Yichen's fingers slid across the table, his hatred coiling like a snake.
I took one last glance at him.
Pushing open the door of the civil affairs bureau, a warm breeze rushed in, mingling with the cacophony outside.
Alarms blared, camera shutters clicked, and splashes of rainwater mixed together in a chaotic symphony. No one looked at Shen Yichen anymore; he was pushed to the street corner by the crowd, his once pristine suit now resembling tattered rags.
My phone continued to buzz, bank messages flooding in—company shares credited, directors and supervisors renamed, overseas assets confirmed for transfer, and even property lists stamped anew.
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