Chapter 95 Let's Divorce, Then Move On

"No." Luke Jordan seemed unusually off today, so I tried to calm him, "I need time to think. Just give me some space." The phone fell silent again. After a long pause, he simply said, "Fine," and hung up. At the time, I didn't understand Luke's behavior. But three days later, I did. Our company changed hands, and a new CEO took over. That day, I didn't see the mysterious CEO, but rumors were already swirling through the office. Some said he was an old man; others claimed he was a handsome young man. At lunch, I saw movers bringing in luxurious furniture—genuine leather sofas, massive rosewood desks. A familiar figure flashed in my mind... But I quickly dismissed the thought. It couldn't be Dominic Hawthorne. His company had nothing to do with design, especially interior design. Why would he buy firms like this unless he was just burning money? Turns out, he *was* just burning money. That afternoon, the company held a meeting. Though only mid-level managers and above were supposed to at