After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

"Just now," Charles began, his voice low and urgent, "Cole and I overheard Leo's mother talking. She said she's in favor of Nora marrying into the Franklin family." Arnold's grip on the glass tightened until his knuckles turned white.

He said nothing, but the storm in his eyes spoke volumes.

On the other side:

Nora stood by the window, her phone pressed to her ear. She had called Vincent, her trusted confidant, to ask about the progress of her divorce.

Vincent had been helping her navigate the legal complexities, but the process had been frustratingly slow.

"The lawyer on Arnold's side hasn't been very responsive," Vincent said, his tone apologetic. "I'll follow up with them tomorrow and see if I can get a clearer answer."

Nora sighed softly, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "Okay," she said. Then, after a brief pause, she added, "If they still can't give us a straight answer, tell them I'm willing to walk away with nothing. I don't want anything Arnold gave me. Have them draw up a new agreement, and I'll sign it as soon as possible. Let's just get this over with."

Her voice was calm, but there was a quiet determination in her words. She was done with the past, done with the games and the delays. All she wanted was to move forward.

About half an hour later, as Nora was preparing to leave for dinner, She received a mind-link.

It was Arnold. She hesitated for a moment before answering, her tone cool and detached.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Arnold asked, his voice casual, as if they were still the couple they once were.

Nora wasn't in the mood for small talk. "I'm sure your lawyer has already told you," she said curtly.

Arnold paused, then replied, "Yes, they have. Since it's what you want, I agree. But... after my grandmother found out about the divorce, she reviewed our agreement. She's not happy about the changes. You should talk to her yourself. Once she agrees, I'll handle everything as quickly as possible."

Nora's lips pressed into a thin line. Arnold's grandmother had always been kind to her, but Nora didn't want to drag her into this.

"Let's not involve her," she said firmly. "Let's just get the rejection ceremony done. Tomorrow is the

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weekend. We'll go on Monday."

Arnold's voice was firm. "No way. The agreement can't be changed. I made a deal with my grandmother. If you walk away with nothing, more than half of my fortune will be reclaimed by her. It's out of my

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"When will the formalities be completed?" Nora asked, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.

Arnold's reply was vague, almost indifferent. "It should be within the year."

Nora didn't respond. She couldn't. The weight of his words pressed down on her, suffocating and relentless.

Without another word, she severed the mindlink, leaving Arnold's voice to dissolve into silence. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. A year. She had to wait a year.

The thought was both frustrating and exhausting.

But Nora wasn't one to dwell on things she couldn't change. She squared her shoulders, pushed the conversation to the back of her mind, and focused on the present.

Monday morning arrived, and Nora walked into the company with her usual poise. She had a schedule to keep, and she wasn't about to let Arnold's games derail her.

She glanced at the clock as she settled into her office. The interviews were about to begin.

The first few candidates came and went, each one polite but unremarkable.

Then, the fourth interviewee walked in, a young man with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. He paused at the doorway, his eyes scanning the room. When he didn't see Leo, he frowned.

"Leo's not here?" he asked, his tone tinged with disappointment.

Nora looked up from her notes, her expression calm but firm. "No, he's not."

The man hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and walked in, taking a seat across from her. His demeanor was casual, almost dismissive, as if he didn't think much of Nora or her role in the interview process.

It wasn't the first time Nora had encountered this attitude.

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Many candidates, especially those with impressive resumes, seemed to believe that only someone like Leo who was a titan in the industry and was worthy of their time. Nora, in their eyes, was just an "ordinary employee," someone they could afford to overlook.

The man leaned back in his chair, his confidence unshaken. He reached into his bag and pulled out a design, sliding it across the table toward Nora.

"Before we start the interview," he said, his tone laced with condescension, "I need to know if you're even qualified to assess my work."

Nora raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She picked up the design and studied it carefully.

It was a good piece, clean, polished, and technically sound. But something about

it felt... incomplete, as if it were missing a crucial element.

Without a word, Nora grabbed a pen and began making adjustments. Her movements were swift and deliberate, each stroke of the pen adding depth and nuance to the design.

The man watched her, his initial confidence giving way to curiosity.

After a few minutes, Nora set the pen down and handed the design back to him. "Alright," she said simply.