Chapter 11

No way! This couldn't be happening! Yasmin was spoiled and arrogant. Caleb had always disliked her. They had been married for three years and barely spent any time together. There was no way Caleb had suddenly fallen for her. Veronica's heart pounded in alarm. The pain in her ankle seemed to intensify as she forced a smile. "But… aren't you and Yasmin getting divorced?" "Who told you that?" Caleb looked up at her, his gaze icy. "I-I heard it from Yasmin… and didn't she tell you today to have your lawyer contact her?" Veronica stammered, unable to understand why Caleb seemed annoyed. So, she quickly added, "Yasmin has always been a little fickle. Even in high school, she was always exchanging love letters with different boys every few days… But of course, that was a long time ago." Then, impatiently, she asked, "Caleb, when are you two planning to get…" "No," Caleb answered simply, then stood up to leave. "We're not divorcing. Get some rest." Veronica lay dejected on the hospital bed, staring at his retreating figure in shock. The entire world assumed Caleb liked her, but in all these years, she had never once heard him say it. … Harris was waiting outside the hospital entrance. Caleb slid into the car. "Didn't I tell you to take Yasmin home?" "Uh… Mrs. Grant said she's not living in Longview Bay anymore. She went back to her own apartment." "Was she angry when you saw her?" "She seemed very angry." "At me for staying with Veronica?" Caleb couldn't help but frown as he recalled Yasmin's comment about how disgusted she felt. Harris shook his head and replied, "No… She was mad that I cut off her car." Caleb fell into silence. Harris thought to himself, "Mrs. Grant also said she doesn't want you anymore." However, for the sake of preserving his life, he chose to keep that to himself. If he had to choose between getting his bonus deducted and getting dragged into his employer's family matter, he'd take the former. "Mr. Grant, the board is still waiting. Should we head back now?" Harris checked the time and noticed that Caleb had been gone for over two hours. The board would no doubt be looking for ways to make his life difficult for leaving the board meeting all of a sudden. Caleb hummed in acknowledgment, then instructed, "Cancel the shipping contract with the Whitmore family." Harris nearly choked. "Cancel it? Got it." That contract was practically free money for Logan, and now, Caleb was canceling it? What had the Whitmores done to piss him off? "One more thing," Harris said as he started the Maybach. "Mrs. Grant is interning at Golden Concord Law Firm. Their firm won the bid for our Mayford Acquisition case. Next week, their team will be stationed at our offices for due diligence." Golden Concord was one of the top law firms in the country, a training ground for elite lawyers. "They're assigning interns to this case?" Caleb asked offhandedly. Harris was the CEO's assistant. His authority was on par with those department heads and directors. In normal circumstances, he would never bother himself with minor details like whether the law firm they contracted with would be putting any interns on the case. However, as Caleb's right-hand man, he was able to pick up on subtle hints and immediately answered with full confidence, "Of course. It's a major case, but it's standard to involve interns for training." Caleb didn't ask further. Instead, he picked up his phone and transferred a five-figure sum to Jeremy. Jeremy quickly replied, "Thanks for the pocket money! I'll keep sending you inside info!" Caleb's arrival at the Whitmore estate hadn't been because of Veronica. It was Jeremy who had called him. His exact words were, "Caleb, Yasmin's about to get screwed over at my house!" … Yasmin was completely blindsided when she was suddenly assigned to the Mayford Acquisition project. This was Golden Concord's biggest case of late. The partners had handpicked the project team after multiple rounds of selection, and every member had signed NDAs a week ago. "Some young women really think they can just flirt their way into anything," the project manager muttered under his breath on the way to the client's office. "An intern on this level of a project? It's ridiculous!" The project manager, Edward Sullivan, was a rigid man in his early 30s. He was meticulously dressed with his hair slicked back and utterly humorless. Yasmin, staring out the window, pretended not to hear him. She had been personally chosen by a senior partner. Her academic record, GPA, and resume were among the best in her intern cohort. She had nothing to be ashamed of! All that mattered was learning real skills. Since she wasn't originally part of the project, she didn't know who the client was. That was until the company vehicle pulled up in front of the familiar Grant Tower. Her mind blanked for a moment, then she suddenly remembered—she had once overheard Caleb discussing work on the phone. Grant Group was acquiring Mayford Acquisition. Which meant… her law firm's client was Caleb! If she ran into him in the office… "Yasmin, what are you daydreaming about? First time stepping into a big corporate HQ? Don't make our firm look unprofessional!" Edward snapped, his temper flaring up whenever he looked at this intern. "I'm sorry," Yasmin quickly apologized, lowering her head. She could not be bothered to argue with him. Grant Group was massive, and Caleb was always drowning in work. The chances of running into him were practically zero. Besides, even among high-ranking executives, only a handful of people actually knew what Mrs. Grant looked like, so it should be fine. She had barely finished that thought when a group of sharply dressed executives stepped out of the building's main entrance. At the very center, surrounded by his team, was the one man she had just convinced herself she wouldn't see—Caleb. Today, he wore a custom-tailored ash-gray suit, paired with a deep navy tie. It was the tie she had bought him when she was studying abroad at Cabrid University. "Mr. Grant, these are the Golden Concord lawyers assigned to the project. They'll be stationed at our offices starting today," an executive explained. "Mr. Sullivan, this is Mr. Grant, our CEO." Edward immediately lit up with a flattery-laced smile, reaching out for a handshake. Before he could even raise his hand, Caleb's gaze passed over him and landed directly on Yasmin. Her skin was fair and smooth, and the jarring redness from the earlier slap had completely faded. She kept her gaze lowered, deliberately avoiding eye contact. To anyone watching, she looked like a cautious newbie intern, too nervous to meet the big boss' eyes. "Mr. Grant, this is one of our junior team members, Yasmin Whitmore," Edward introduced, tugging at her sleeve lightly. "Yasmin, greet Mr. Grant." Harris, standing to the side, winced internally. Did this clueless idiot just pull on Yasmin's sleeve? Couldn't he just speak without physical contact? He instinctively glanced at his boss. As expected, Caleb's expression had darkened slightly. Yasmin reluctantly looked up, meeting Caleb's gaze head-on. She looked calm and unbothered, almost as if challenging him silently with her gaze. Caleb's lips curved slightly, his interest piqued. He even arched a brow. Yasmin immediately understood what he was trying to imply, "Wasn't it you who said 'Until your lawyer contacts me, we have no reason to meet'?" His reaction rendered her speechless.