After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 87: Divorce Agreement

Butler Willow was even more of an actor. "Miss, please just agree. If you refuse, and something happens to the Master... oh, what would we do?"

Master Willow’s breathing grew even more ragged, as if he might drop dead at any second.

’I have to say, their acting is way better than those pop idols.’

Eliza Sutton was speechless.

Ivan Willow’s wails grew even more heart-wrenching. "Isla, don’t agree! There’s such an easy way for you to join the Willow family! Just hurry up and get a divorce! Once you leave Shane Lockwood, I’ll... I’ll marry you!"

Ivan Willow added bashfully, "As long as you promise not to hit me so hard from now on, the Willow family is all yours."

The corner of Eliza’s mouth twitched.

’She had a strong suspicion this young master of the Willows had Stockholm syndrome—a severe case, at that.’

"Miss Sutton!"

"Isla!"

’They say three women can put on a whole opera, but in Eliza’s opinion, these men had them beat. Just look at this trio from the Willow family—truly in a class of their own.’

"Stop!"

Eliza took a deep breath. "Fine, I agree!"

The wailing stopped instantly. Ivan Willow was overjoyed. "I knew you liked my face, Isla! Don’t worry, I’ll take extra good care of it from now on."

Master Willow sighed. "Well... it wouldn’t be out of the question for you to still become my granddaughter-in-law someday."

"..." The corner of Eliza’s mouth twitched. She cut to the chase. "Godfather." Then she looked at Ivan Willow. "Call me ’Auntie’."

With that, Master Willow dropped the act, looking absolutely delighted. Butler Willow was happy for his master as well. Only Ivan Willow was left sobbing like a two-hundred-pound baby.

"Eliza, where do you think we should hold the adoption banquet? How about The Imperial Feast?"

"Sounds good. I’ll leave all the arrangements to you, Godfather."

"Excellent, excellent! My Eliza is so sweet and sensible, not like this little brat..." Master Willow shot a disdainful look at the still-howling Ivan Willow before smiling at her again. "I’ll have a big gift for you at the banquet."

Eliza agreed, though she didn’t give it much thought.

When she returned to Seacliff Manor, Emmett Lockwood was sitting by the door, waiting for her.

He looked incredibly bored and had clearly been waiting for a long time.

"Emmett."

Emmett Lockwood perked up at the sound of Eliza’s voice. The moment he saw her walk in, he launched himself at her without a second thought.

"Mommy, you’re back! Was work hard? Did anyone bully you? If someone did, you have to tell me! I’ll beat them up for you."

Eliza smiled, ruffling Emmett’s hair. "Thank you, Emmett. But nobody bullied me, and work wasn’t hard at all."

"Oh..." Emmett’s small face filled with disappointment. "Then I don’t get to stand up for you. And no one will know that you have me to back you up."

Eliza’s heart truly melted. She ruffled the little guy’s fluffy hair. "Who said that? Just knowing that my Emmett is waiting for me at home makes me so happy I could burst. It makes me work even harder. You’re amazing, Emmett."

Emmett gazed up at Eliza, his eyes sparkling. He was so adorable it was unreal.

「The next day.」

Eliza had just arrived at her office when she got a call from the President’s office, summoning her.

The moment Eliza left the office, her colleagues couldn’t help but start whispering.

"Can someone please tell me what this Eliza Sutton’s deal is? She’s constantly in and out of the President’s office. Her connections must be insane."

"I heard a little rumor... that our President got married. It was a bride Master Lockwood picked out for him, supposedly for good luck. Right after that, Eliza Sutton, an ex-con, gets parachuted into our design department. And get this—I heard Mrs. Lockwood personally arranged it. You guys think there’s a connection? Could Eliza Sutton be..."

"Could she be what?"

A cold voice cut in.

It was Brenda Preston.

Brenda Preston’s icy gaze swept across everyone in the design department. She berated them without holding back, "All any of you know how to do is gossip. Is gossiping going to help you come up with good designs?"

The staff of the design department fell silent, lowering their heads and pretending to be busy.

Still fuming, Brenda Preston called Dulcie Vaughn into her office.

"Sit."

Brenda Preston poured Dulcie a glass of water. "Water’s okay, I assume."

"Thank you, Manager," Dulcie said, her voice full of apprehension.

"We’ve been colleagues for years. No need for such formalities."

Dulcie offered a flattering smile.

Brenda, who usually reveled in such flattery, had no patience for it today. "That’s enough. Spare me the compliments. Dulcie, you’re a veteran designer in this department, the lead designer, no less. Are you really content to let a newcomer like Eliza Sutton walk all over you? The woman’s a criminal. If things go on like this, it won’t just be you; I and the entire Lockwood Design Department will be a complete laughingstock!"

Dulcie said guiltily, "It’s my fault for being incompetent. I’m just no match for Eliza. Whatever punishment you see fit, Manager, I’ll accept it without complaint."

Brenda snapped impatiently, "Dulcie, I called you in here today because I thought you were smart. If this is how you’re going to act, then I have to say, I’m deeply disappointed."

"Manager, I’m just not as talented as Eliza. There’s nothing I can do about it," Dulcie admitted with a sense of resignation.

’At first, when Eliza’s work outshone Reina Miles’s, she’d been able to tell herself it was a fluke. But as time went on, Eliza kept producing one design after another, and every single piece was nothing short of breathtaking.’

’What was more terrifying was her gut feeling that Eliza wasn’t even giving it her all. She was still holding back.’

"So you’re not as talented. That doesn’t mean you can’t beat her in other areas. In our line of work, we’ve seen plenty of brilliant talents over the years, haven’t we? And what becomes of them? In the end, the ones who become true masters like Innis are few and far between."

Brenda’s voice became alluring. "Dulcie, as long as you do exactly as I say, you will be the one everyone looks up to in the Lockwood Design Department. In a few years, when I move up, this position will be yours."

’Dulcie had to admit she was incredibly tempted.’

Dulcie heard herself ask, "Manager... what do you want me to do?"

...

When Eliza reached the President’s office, Shane Lockwood was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Erik Irvine was waiting for her.

Erik Irvine led her into a waiting room.

"Mistress, please have a seat." Erik invited Eliza to sit down, then brought over some fruit and pastries.

"Assistant Irvine, you can just speak freely. All this formality is making me uneasy."

"You’re a straightforward person, Mistress, so I’ll get right to the point. President Lockwood left this for you." Erik pushed a file across the table toward Eliza.

Eliza was stunned by the large words on the document.

Divorce Agreement.

It had been several days since she had asked Shane Lockwood for an early divorce. There had been no word from him since, and Eliza was starting to get anxious.

Just as she was wondering how to press Shane Lockwood for the divorce papers, they were delivered right into her hands.

Seeing Eliza’s silence, Erik Irvine assumed she was upset and tried to console her. "Mistress, I know this is cruel, but you need to remain calm. President Lockwood said that as long as you sign, he will agree to any conditions you ask for."