"Effie, how dare you..." Mitchell's expression darkened instantly.
Suzan looked stricken. "Sis, how could you hit someone?"
"Let's not waste time. We agreed on this before—just sign," Effie said, pulling out the papers and handing them over.
"Mitchell, I hope we can part ways peacefully."
Mitchell pressed his lips together, glanced at the agreement, and signed with clenched teeth. "Effie, I hope you won't regret this."
Effie gave a calm, almost amused smile. "Don't worry. I won't—ever."
Mitchell scrawled his signature furiously.
Suzan, seeing this, finally let out a sigh of relief.
She didn't want them tangled up any longer. Now, the title of Mrs. Lloyd would finally be hers.
"I expect you to transfer the money within three days and settle everything," Effie said, her tone icy.
"Effie, don't push your luck. You'll regret this someday. You really think you can make it without me?" Mitchell snapped, his voice full of warning.
Effie almost laughed. Mitchell and his endless arrogance.
"Fine. We'll see, won't we?" she replied, then started gathering her things.
Her work was already handed over; there was no reason to stay a moment longer.
Mitchell scoffed, shot her a final glare, and stormed out.
Suzan put on her sweetest, most insincere smile. "Good luck, sis."
With that, she left, gloating.
Effie just smiled faintly. Walking out of this toxic place was a relief. She was almost giddy.
Once she'd packed up, Effie headed straight to visit her grandmother.
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