Go After My Ex-wife

After that, it was Raeleigh's turn to draw. She sat down and prepared herself before she began sketching. When she was about to make her first line, Jepherson patted her on the shoulder. She turned to look at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

She instinctively thought that he must be trying to disturb her so that he could win.

But instead, he said, "Take off your clothes. It's too hot here."

Only then did she remember that she was still wearing her coat. She shrugged off her coat and handed it to Jepherson, and he took it away and put it aside. Then, he went to boil water for her. Raeleigh stared at him until he finally left. Then, she began to focus on her work.

Over two hours later, Raeleigh finally set down the drawing. Meanwhile, Jepherson seemed to be in a daze as he sat beside her. She put down the pen and stretched her neck. Every time she did this, she felt drained, as if she had fought a life-and-death battle with all her might.

Jepherson slowly shifted in his seat and placed his hand on her shoulder. She froze for a moment. Then, Jepherson whispered in a hushed and attractive voice, "Don't move. Sitting at the desk for too long is not good for your health. It weakens your immune system. You might even get cervical spondylosis, lumbar spondylosis, or other conditions."

"Mom said that money can solve a lot of problems, but it can't cure sickness or death. I believe that's true."

"Why are you so talkative?"

"Talkative?"

Jepherson flashed her an inadvertent grin, and he then lowered his head and kneaded her shoulders. The tension in her body melted away immediately, and she turned around and let him massage her shoulders.

"What color do you intend to use?" Jepherson asked while he massaged Raeleigh's shoulders.

"That depends on the price." Raeleigh believed that the reason Jepherson was reluctant to choose a color for his design was that he had set a trap for her. If she set the price too Tristany, then she would definitely suffer losses. Different colors would produce different effects, thus affecting the price and sales.

"I'm sure you already have a suitable color in mind." He was talking about the color of the car. Raeleigh thought for a while and replied, "I haven't thought about it yet."

He smiled. "Mine will be silver-white."

Raeleigh froze for a moment, and she then turned to look at him. "So, you..."

He raised his hand and gestured for her to be quiet. Then, he stood up and placed a glass of water in front of her. "Although I believe that men and women are equal, you are still inferior to me in terms of identity, status, ability, and physical strength. So, I will use my choice of color to make up for it."

"By the way, if you choose black, you would be stuck at the top sales program. In other words, it will be a luxury car."

"But the sales for luxury cars would be less than a hundred units all over the world. Such an exquisite item would not be widely available."

"However, it might have better sales if it were silver. I believe you already know that once you launch this car, no matter its appearance or color, it will become a status symbol. It will appeal to the rich, young people, and those at the management level as it shows off their identity and brings pride to them."

Raeleigh stared at her design, amazed that Jepherson was able to see through her thoughts.

After remaining silent for a while, she said, "I'll choose silver-gRhys."

"That's right."

Jepherson turned around and fetched a glass of water for himself, with his back straight as a pillar. Raeleigh stared at him in puzzlement. "Why are you doing this?"

The corners of her mouth twitched. He already made it clear that he would tie her up and not let her go, but he still did such a thing. He was obviously giving her a chance. If so, then why would he waste so much effort?

Was he really doing all this to set her free?

"I may not lose, so you have to be mentally prepared. Not every one of your designs is good. If this car were black, then I would keep it. But I would not want it if it were silver-gRhys." "Why?" She frowned.

He turned around and said, "This car is designed for me, but gRhys is a symbol of princes and generals. It's the same concept as a king wearing a crown while the knights wear armor." "Black has always been a timeless classic. No one would drive a golden car on the road either. It would look crass."

"Black represents the highest superiority in the car industry. These cars had good quality and were coated with top-grade paint, making them different from the other cars."

"Just now, when you said that you want to use silver-gRhys, I instantly gave up on the idea of keeping one of them. Because the car no longer suits my original image."

"I see."

Raeleigh was a little regretful. She wanted to argue with him but she stopped herself. She changed her strategy for the sake of profit and victory. But right then, it seemed that she was going to lose a lot.

She kept quiet as Jepherson took a sip of water and said, "No matter the sales or other aspects, we will be looking at the amount of profit earned this time. If you overtake me by even one dollar, then you will win."

She stared at him in disappointment, thinking that she would lose for sure.

She turned around and admired her design. 'What a pity!' she thought to herself.

Suddenly, Jepherson said, "Let's go. We should go back first. I'm sure Xanthus must be worried that I'll hurt you. He keeps threatening me that he will take you away at any time. He's getting more and more annoying!"

Raeleigh followed him reluctantly and said nothing. When they arrived at the door, she turned around and stared at the studio. After a long time, she spoke, "I want to stay. I won't go back tonight." Jepherson stopped and turned to look at her, and he then lifted his watch to check the time. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yes."

Jepherson took out his phone and called Xanthus. When the call went through, he did not speak. Instead, he handed the phone to Raeleigh.

Raeleigh accepted the phone and said, "I won't go back tonight. I'm staying outside. I have something to do."

Xanthus sat on the bed and frowned. "Did he make things difficult for you?"

"No, I'm designing. We'll talk about it when I get back."

Xanthus frowned. Although he felt doubtful, he was relieved to hear that Raeleigh was safe. He said a few more words to her before hanging up the call.

Raeleigh returned the phone to Jepherson, and she then turned around and stared at her drawing in a daze. After a while, she said, "I want to stay here and rest. Do you have a blanket?"

"I'll go get it. Wait here." Jepherson turned around to make preparations. Raeleigh sat down and examined the drawing that she had just designed. Narrowing her eyes, she recalled that the car's original design was not like this. She had added a lot of commercial elements into it only because she wanted to defeat Jepherson. She was wrong.

She had always believed in her intuition. Therefore, she sat back at the table.

When Jepherson came back, Raeleigh had already been sitting there for a while. His gaze travelled under the table, and he noticed that she had chucked her original design drawing into the trash can. He could not help but to rub his forehead in frustration upon such a sight. To others, it was a precious piece of paper, but to her, it was only a piece of useless paper, and she simply threw it away!