Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect

"These documents need to be archived. Some include classic case studies I found overseas, Yasmine explained.

"Alright," Abel said, rubbing his forehead. He stood up and gathered the papers from the table.

Abel was such an honest and serious man that Yasmine still felt neasy and asked nervously, "Abel, is something bothering you?"

"I'm fine, really."

Yasmine left the office, not entirely convinced but aware she had other things to handle.

As school let out in the afternoon, a big crowd gathered at the gate. Curious, Yasmine and Yoselin pushed their way through to see what was happening. To their surprise, they found Abel at the center, surrounded by people. Across from him stood a woman with a child in her arms.

Abel's face was pale with anger as the woman cried out, "How did a jerk like you become a university professor? You even ignore your own child! Tell me who that mistress of yours is!" she demanded.

Lost in puzzlement, Yasmine felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she realized it was Winston. "Abel sure is having a tough time," he commented out of the blue.

Yoselin, still confused, asked, "Mr. White, what's happening here"

"Didn't you hear what that woman was shouting?" Winston responded.

Yoselin nodded. She had indeed heard the harsh words about affairs and mistresses, but she couldn't believe Abel was that kind of person.

Yasmine spoke up, "Mr. White, I really don't think Abel would do something like that. Even though I haven't worked with him long, spending just a little time with him was enough to show me he's not that kind of person."

Yasmine vaguely remembers that when she interacted with Abel, he was always careful to avoid any misunderstandings. During lunch, he'd make sure to sit far from the female teachers clearly not someone who'd overstep boundaries.

Abel finally broke the silence, his voice heavy with fatigue, "Just leave, don't stir up trouble here. We're all teachers. I've sent you my entire paycheck for this month; I really don't have more money to give you." This weariness suggested this issue. with the woman had been ongoing.

Unyielding, the woman demanded, "Stop with the excuses. I want the money. Give me the 65 thousand, not a cént less, and I'll go."

"I don't have that kind of money. We're divorced, so stop making a scene at my workplace. I gave you the house and car; where am I supposed to get 65 thousand?" Abel's face was flushed with anger, trying hard to keep his cool.

"Divorce is one thing, but don't think for a minute that you can just neglect your child and me," the woman fired back, unyielding.

"That kid isn't even..." Abel started, but couldn't finish what he was saying.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"Shut up," the woman cut him off, clearly fearful Abel might spill the truth.

Seeing the tension between them, Winston quickly called security to get the woman out. Within minutes, she was escorted away, leaving Abel to sigh deeply as he headed back to the school * 58%

Yasmine noticed the woman, clutching her child, slip into an alley. Curious, she followed. Through a gap, she saw a man approach the woman and gently drape an arm over her shoulder She leaned in, trying to catch what was being said, but the distance made it hard to hear anything but snippets. The man called out to her, "Did you manage to get the money?" "No, he refused to give it to me, no matter what. I even went to his school, thinking he might be intimidated, but he really doesn't have any money," the woman said in a soft voice.

"If it doesn't work out this time, it's fine. Next time, be even harsher, and if necessary, send the kid," the man suggested gently, though his words were heartless.

Surprisingly, she stayed calm, "Aren't you worried it might affect your child?" she asked.

"Once we get the money, we can take off. If we're seen, it's over, the man said, emphasizing the urgency.

Watching them disappear into the distance, Yasmine's anger surged for Abel. She knew they wouldn't back down without getting what they came for.

The next morning, Yasmine didn't waste any time and shared the recording from the previous day. At that moment, Irene was hosting a press conference for the White Group, swamped with media reporters eager to cover anything about the prestigious White family. Irene was seated confidently at the head of the table, her words smooth and assured. "The idea came from a vacation abroad to an island," she said. "I found some of the creative ideas there quite inspiring and decided to integrate them..."

A reporter rose to their feet and asked, "Ms. White, rumors are going around that the White Group stole design sketches from the Sanchez Group. What's your response to these claims?"

"That's not true. These are just baseless rumors; wise people won't buy into them. The White Group would never engage in anything so underhanded," Irene replied with a serene smile.

But then, almost immediately, a reporter pulled out their phone and held it to the microphone. You could hear a pin drop in the room, and then a cold voice filled the silence.

"Why did you hand over the plan I secured to the White Group? Are you acquainted with Irene?" Yasmine inquired. "That's not your issue... Who left the document in the room? I simply walked in and saw it," Donna explained.

The reporters amplified these comments and captured every word.

Irene glared at the reporter with a strained look, her hands knotting tightly beneath the table.

"Ms. White, what's your opinion on this recording? Are you saying that the White Group is using all of the Sanchez Group's design drafts and plans now?" the reporter pressed.

Flashes from dozens of cameras focused on Irene, the dazzling white light almost blinding her. Amidst that brightness, she imagined seeing a face smirking at her. Trying to compose herself, she questioned, "Do you have any proof? You're relying on some unrelated recording, and you don't even know who the people in it are, right?"

Irene realized they might not have any evidence, but even without it, if rumors began to fly, Crescent Isle would be in serious trouble. It would inevitably earn a reputation as a pirate haven, unintentionally giving Misty Evergreen Isle some free advertising. Irene thought, 'It's all Donna's fault, that fool. She didn't even notice she was being tricked.

"Ms. White, did the White Group actually create this design?" a reporter asked, with a sharp edge to their voice.

Under the spotlight, Irene found herself at a loss for words. She squeezed her hands tightly, knowing she should wear a

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confident smile and assure everyone that the design was indeed by the White Group.

Sensing Irene's discomfort, the assistant quickly stepped forward saying. "This entire plan, from conception to final rendering, was developed by the White Group"...

"Ms. White, why aren't you speaking?" "Ms. White, could you address our questions directly?" Reporters were hounding Irene on the TV, while Yasmine watched with a slight smile and switched it off.

Yoselin laughed and said, "Yasmine, it's a good thing you suggested I make a recording. Otherwise, the White Group would have taken possession of that design. But what are we going to do about the Misty Evergreen Isle project?" Yasmine noted, "Morgan m