She Handed My Ring to Her Assistant,I Handed Her a Divorce

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There is a tradition in Ashton Whitfield's village: anyone unmarried by thirty must return home to meet potential matches. When he tells Felicity Pruitt, she laughs coldly, calls his village a medieval cult, and hands the ring he meant for her to her assistant, Julian Simmons. She tells Ashton she will marry him but will not be pressured. He tells Julian to keep the ring and informs Felicity they are done.

That evening Felicity finds Ashton packing two suitcases. She brushes the incident aside, insisting Julian is practically his little brother, the man Ashton himself brought into the company. Julian's work errors pile up, yet Felicity defends him, makes him her personal assistant, and humiliates Ashton in front of the whole company.

When Julian leaks the floor-price sheet to a client, costing Evergreen Era a hundred and twenty thousand dollars, Felicity covers it for him and flings a bank card at Ashton's face. Once, she thought a twelve-dollar plate of fried rice was too expensive; now the money means nothing to her.