Bertha woke up the next afternoon. Windy is sitting in a chair, working on her computer. When Windy saw that Bertha was awake, she closed the computer and placed it on the table.

Windy sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Fever, injured legs and knees. All caused by people from Tibble's family, right?"

Bertha pressed her hand to her temple, remembering what happened yesterday.

"Bertha, what's so good about Derek? Why do you love him despite your injury? I called him and said you were at the hospital. I told him to come here, but he didn't answer, and also disconnected my call." Windy was angry when he thought of Derek, that man was a beast in a human shell.

Bertha still said nothing. She sat still on the bed, crying non-stop. She didn't cry because she was beaten or injured, she cried because the person she called her husband was so cruel. Hearing Windy's words, she cried even harder.

"I warned you. Derek isn't as good as you think," Windy said.

But Bertha didn't listen to Windy, and still decided to marry Derek to accept his coldness.

She was wrong. She couldn't warm Derek's heart. In his heart, there was only Laura. Bertha is like a puppet in Tibble's family, letting others joke and scold her. Laura always told her she was stupid. Yes. She is the stupidest person in the world for loving someone who doesn't love her.

"Bertha, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Windy gave Bertha a tissue, trying to comfort her. "Maybe Derek was busy so he..."

Bertha interrupted. "He won't come. He'll never come again." She wiped her tears with a tissue.

"What do you mean?" Windy frowned.

"We will divorce."

Windy was surprised, and then she comforted Bertha. "Okay, let's not talk about this. You're discharged from the hospital, and we'll go out to eat together. I'll invite a few more friends. It's been a while since we went out to eat together."

Bertha just smiled slightly then got out of bed and walked to the window.

Windy looked at Bertha's slender back. She shook her head and sighed bitterly. She doesn't understand why Bertha is so determined to marry Derek. Is it because Bertha loved him so much?

---

Bertha was discharged from the hospital and temporarily stayed at Windy's house. While Bertha was bathing, Windy was cooking. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Windy arranging food on the table.

Bertha entered the dining room.

Windy pulled out a chair for Bertha, forcing her to sit down. "These are all foods you like. Eat a lot. You look a bit skinny."

"Thank you, Windy. That's very kind of you." Bertha smiled. “After eating, I will prepare a divorce petition." She tried to speak in a cheerful voice.

“I'll help you,” Windy said.

Bertha smiled brightly and nodded.

Windy picked up the food and put it in Bertha's bowl, urging her to eat more. "Are you going to divorce?" She was afraid that Bertha was just saying it casually.

"I'm telling the truth. I've already decided." Bertha swallowed her food and spoke calmly.

Looking at Bertha's serious expression, Windy knew that Bertha's decision was true. She said happily. "I'm glad you finally gave up on that bastard."

But, the smile on Windy's face froze. "Wait. You won't take anything from that family?"

Windy feels injustice towards Bertha. She had endured enough humiliation over the past three years. Now, she leaves without taking anything. That's not fair.

"You think I'm short of money?" Bertha asked indifferently.

"Of course not," Windy grumbled unhappily. “But I still feel like you suffered too much.”

Bertha is the only daughter of Griselda's family in City Y, a wealthy but unostentatious family. Therefore, no one knows Bertha's true identity. She meets Derek by chance and falls in love with him. She is determined to marry him despite her father's objections.

Windy knows that she doesn't care about Tibble's family fortune. She was only out for love but that love made her suffer. Windy feels sorry for Bertha.

Bertha's phone buzzed, notifying her of a new message. She opened it to read, her eyebrows furrowed.

"What's going on? Who's texting?" Windy asked.

"Derek. He said he wanted to see and talk to me."

"Maybe he doesn't want a divorce?"

"No. He hates me. He will agree. I just don't know what he wants to see me to say." Bertha shrugged.

"I'm afraid that after meeting him, you will become weak and change your mind." Windy sighed.

"No. I won't hesitate." Bertha was resolute, her tone firm.

---

Not long after, the two girls sat in the car. Windy drives Bertha to Derek's company. She glanced at her friend, worried that Bertha wouldn't get a divorce because she would soften over time.

Windy stopped the car in front of the Tibble Corporation building thirty minutes later.

Windy unfastened his seat belt. She got out of the car with Bertha. She then helps Bertha fix her hair and reminds her. "No matter what he says, you can't be soft-hearted. Don't let him pity you."

Bertha smiled and nodded. The years living with Tibble's family were the most painful years of Bertha's life. Her love for Derek was broken long ago, now only bitterness and sadness remain. She won't let him keep hurting her anymore.

Bertha held her head high and walked gently inside the building. There were shy looks from the staff looking at her but she didn't care.

Ever since she married Derek, she's been an abomination in everyone's eyes. They call her a gold digger.

Bertha stepped into the elevator and dialed Derek's floor number.

Derek is surprised when she suggests a divorce. She was adamant about wanting to marry him from the beginning. But why now... Does she want to give up her throne life at his house?

Derek always thought that Bertha was very lucky to be the daughter-in-law of Tibble's family because his family was a billionaire family of City X.

He wanted to see what else she was up to.

Bertha got out of the elevator, her face cold, and went to his office. She then politely knocked on the door and pushed it open without waiting for the person inside to respond.

"What do you want to talk with me?" Bertha asked bluntly, glaring at Derek without blinking.

The way he looked at her remained cold and emotionless. "Why do you want a divorce? Don't you love me very much? Who wanted to marry me before?"

Bertha looked at him coldly. She was much smaller than this man, but at this moment, her aura was completely equal to his.

"That's the past. Now, I just want to divorce you. This is also what you want, right? No one can stop you from being with Laura anymore. Have you always loved her?”

Derek curled his lips and glanced at her in confusion.

Would she give up so easily?

Seeing her eyes were serious, not like she was lying, he snorted, his tone cold. “I hope you won't regret it.”

Bertha smiled coldly, her heart had never been as steadfast as it was now.

“The only thing I regret is marrying you.”

Putting down the divorce papers on the table, she arrogantly turned around and walked out without any hesitation.

Derek stared at her back for a long time.

In the past, when this woman saw him, she was always soft and sweet, pretending to be gentle, but today her attitude was so tough.

He glanced at Bertha's signed divorce papers. She left without taking anything. He picked up the pen and signed.

Bertha walked out of the building, stopping for a minute to look at the blue sky. She felt inexplicably relieved in her heart.

She walked over to Windy's car and got in. Seeing Windy attentively typing on her phone, she sat down silently.

"Are you done?" Windy turned off her phone, she looked at Bertha expectantly.

"Everything is over." Having finished speaking, Bertha tilted her head and looked out the car window. Looking at the leaves on the road gradually turning yellow, she continued. "Windy, tomorrow morning, he and I will go to court."

Windy's hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly. She tilted her head and glanced at Bertha. Her eyes lit up and she spoke. "I'm glad you finally thought it through. Let's go home. I told your problem to your father and stepmother. They were very worried about you, and at the same time they were relieved to know that you decided to divorce."

Bertha's sad expression flashed across her face. She knew she had disappointed her father. At that time, there was only Derek in her heart, she was like a fool, despite everything to pursue love. She never listens to other people's advice.

"I feel sorry for them. Now I know who Derek is. I don't want anything to do with him or his family anymore."

Windy observed that Bertha was quiet. She secretly glanced at Bertha. She was afraid Bertha would be attached, not wanting to break up with Derek when she saw Bertha tilting her head and looking out the window. So she quickly changed the subject and exclaimed. "After you get divorced, we'll go to bars, go shopping, travel. We'll go back to our old single days."

The corner of Bertha's lips curled slightly when she heard Windy's words. She turned back to Windy and said. “Okay, we'll have fun.”

Seeing that Bertha didn't seem to pay attention to Derek anymore, the smile on Windy's face became even wider.

---

Next morning. Bertha and Derek went to the people's court together. When Bertha arrived, Derek was standing in the doorway.

The clothes Bertha was wearing were ugly sidewalk clothes, and Derek was wearing a high-class black suit standing together, revealing a disharmonious look, and attracting the curious eyes of many people around.

But Bertha didn't care, she just wanted to end it quickly.

In just ten minutes, this heavy marriage finally came to an end.

Looking at the divorce certificate in her hand, Bertha's eyes flashed with panic.

“From now on, I hope you live well.”

The cold voice came. When Bertha raised her head, the figure of a certain man had disappeared, without a word, without a glance, as if it had never appeared from beginning to end.

"That's good." She smiled and shook her head.

If he was so unintentional, then if we met again in the future, we would only be strangers.

Now that she is free, she will not pity a heartless person like Derek, much less be laughed at by the Tibble family.

She stopped thinking and walked out of the court gate.

Suddenly, a limited edition black Bentley business car stopped in front of her.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with slightly silver hair protected by four bodyguards walked towards her.

Bertha saw the person coming, raised her chin slightly, and her whole body suddenly exuded an innate noble aura. “I just got divorced, someone came to pick me up. Did my father tell you to come pick me up?”

Butler Smith bowed to her and then spoke. “Yes. Miss. Miss Windy told the boss everything. The promised three-year period between you and your boss has come to an end."

He stopped for a moment, glanced at the divorce certificate in Bertha's hand, looked regretful, and said. “Looks like you can't make Derek love you. If that's the case, then you should keep your promise and return to City Y to inherit the family business."

Bertha frowned and remained silent for a long time. Three years ago, she was traveling in X city, met Derek by chance and fell in love with him. She decides to marry him, no matter what. So she agreed with her father. If in three years, she doesn't make Derek love her, she will return as the heiress to Griselda's family.

Looking back today, because a man didn't love her, these three years were a waste.

"The boss misses you very much, miss, you come with me, don't make the boss angry anymore, he misses you very much..." Mr. Smith said.

Bertha interrupted him, her expression growing colder. "Besides him, there is also that woman. Griselda's family has no shortage of free people, which is me. You have more important things to do in X city. I won't go back."

Bertha doesn't want to return just to face her stepmother. Her stepmother originally didn't like her.

Mr. Smith sighed. “Boss guessed right, you don't want to go back so easily.”

After he finished speaking, he reached into his pocket and took out a powerful diamond card. “Here is your card, there are three billion dollars inside.”

Then, he signaled to the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard quickly brought a contract and placed it in Bertha's hand.

Mr. Smith said. "Your father said that if you don't return, you should take over the management of Angle Group, a subsidiary of Griselda Group in City X, and increase the group's profits this year five times higher than in previous years. "

Bertha doesn't want to go home to face her stepmother, so she accepts her father's offer.

Bertha took the pen, signed the contract, and received a powerful card with a balance of three billion dollars.

Looking at the credit card, she laughed and shook her head.

A few minutes ago, she was so poor that she had less than ten dollars in her pocket, not enough to catch a taxi, so she had to hitch a ride with Windy. Now, she has the card in hand. Lucky.

Because of the previous agreement between her and her father, her bank card account was frozen, and she had to hide her true identity, otherwise it would be considered a violation of the agreement.

Tibble's family doesn't look at her, including the maid. If they knew she was the only daughter of Griselda's family - Bertha Griselda - one of the richest families in the country - a female billionaire worth hundreds of billions, what would they think?

She still remembers the days at Tibble's house, one time she knelt and begged her mother-in-law to lend her money to treat a friend of hers.

Mrs. Victoria arrogantly took out a platinum card, not to give it to her, but to show off. "Guess how much money is in here? One hundred million dollars, you probably haven't seen that much money in your whole life?"

"I would rather use this money to buy dog ​​food than lend you money. Because in my eyes, your friend is not even as good as a dog."

Bertha clenched her fist, a hint of mockery somewhere crossing her eyes. If given the chance, she wants to punish them, the people who offended her.

Mrs. Victoria was happy when her son divorced Bertha. She thought that Bertha didn't know her status, like an orphan, how could she be suitable for her outstanding son.

Derek pursed his lips, his mood a complete contrast to his mother's excitement.

He even felt a little uncomfortable and had an inexplicable sense of guilt.

Previously, he thought that Bertha would not easily agree to a divorce, so he prepared three million dollars and a villa as compensation, but this time she was the one who initiated the divorce, she didn't even ask for a penny in compensation.

After the divorce, she will become a person with no money and no relatives. How will she live in the future?

Derek assumed she was an orphan because she never mentioned her relatives.

He sadly pulled his tie, and Bertha's eyes appeared before him before leaving.

Those eyes were cold as ice.

Many times he treated her poorly, but she still gritted her teeth and endured it. But this time... why is she so determined to divorce?

She even pretended to be resilient, not needing a single penny.

Does she think she can survive without money?

He didn't want to care about her life, but he felt a choking feeling in his chest. From beginning to end, there was always an unknown anger, making him very uncomfortable.

Derek called Cadell and said. "Go find Bertha. If you have news about her, let me know immediately." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

---

Bertha went online to find the address of the Angle Group. She directly brought her luggage and called a taxi to go there.

If she has agreed to take over this company, then, she should come find out the situation and then quickly take over.

Arriving at the company lobby, Bertha went to the reception desk and asked. “Inform your current president that I want to meet with him.”

The receptionist's expression froze on the spot, assessing Bertha from top to bottom.

Even though she had a very pretty face, her clothes were ugly. As soon as she opened her mouth, she wanted to meet the president. She said it without shame.

"You have an appointment?"

Bertha shook her head. "Do not have."

The receptionist laughed. "Look at yourself. Where do you come from, who do you think you are that you want to meet the president."

Her words made Bertha frown. “Do you usually welcome guests like this?”

The receptionist assessed Bertha again and she was sure that Bertha was not like a noble lady but someone who relied on her face to make money.

“Are you considered a guest? You said you want to meet the president, do you know that the president of our Angle Group is worth more than a hundred million, can a lowly girl like you come close?”

Bertha was very angry. Relying on her value, it's enough to outpace their general manager Angle, really not looking at other people.

Bertha restrained her anger and spoke solemnly. “Connect the call to your superior, and tell him I have arrived, if your superior does not see me, I will bear all the consequences.”

The receptionist still wanted to continue to provoke Bertha, but before she could speak, she was so intimidated by Bertha's cold and sharp eyes that she didn't dare say anything.

"Alright. That's what you said."

The receptionist picked up the phone and called her manager, looking arrogantly towards Bertha.

She couldn't wait to see Bertha being thrown out by security.

However.

The smile on her face froze, she looked towards Bertha, revealing an expression of unbelievable surprise.

Bertha looked at her expression and guessed what the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

She asked, smirking. "Which floor?"

“Floor 27.”

After knowing the exact number, Bertha pushed her luggage and went straight to the elevator.

The receptionist stared at her figure, stunned.

What background does this woman have that can make Alex, the president's special assistant, speak so respectfully?

Could she be the president's lover?

The receptionist quickly spread this news throughout the company.

Bertha reached the rooftop smoothly.

Pushing open the large door of the president's office, the man sitting on the reception sofa stood up and walked towards her.

The man wore a blue suit, exuding arrogance, he looked towards Bertha with a bright smile.

“Kid, long time no see, congratulations on your divorce.”

He said, his voice low and pampering.

"Older brother?"

The corner of Bertha's eyes immediately turned red. She was extremely surprised. She did not expect that the current president of Angle Group was her third brother, Venn.

She almost immediately threw her luggage and ran to hug Venn.

"Older brother. I miss you so much."

She buried her head in Venn's chest.

It's been three years since she saw her brother, and she's still the same spoiled girl as before.

Venn smiled and stroked his sister's hair, he just wanted the best for her.

“This time your return is a good thing, my little princess. Tibble's family bullied you, I will deal with this later.”

Seeing his expression turn cold, she quickly changed the subject.

“Brother, Father, and I signed an agreement, father wants me to make Angle Group increase five times within a year. You must help me." Bertha said.

Venn took her to sit on the sofa and said. “For you, five times is a bit difficult, but Father has ordered me not to help you cheat. I can only help you, and the decision depends on you.”

Bertha's expression immediately became depressed.

Her brother is the man who holds the survival of more than half of the entertainment industry in his hands. If he just waved his hand, it could cause the entertainment industry to stagger.

The entertainment company business under his name also expands overseas.

With just one phone call, he can instantly make the star training company Angle increase tenfold.

But their father thought she would cheat.

Venn saw her miserable face, smiled, pinched her soft cheeks, and said. “Silly sister, it's good that you practice a lot. If you have come then the burden has been lifted from me as interim president.”

"Don't rush to resign." Bertha hurriedly stopped him.

Venn asked suspiciously. "Why?"

Bertha touched her chin, lost in deep thought.

A moment later she winked at Venn. “I have a very attractive offer, please listen.”

Venn looked at her fox-like cunning expression.

An hour later, the two of them reached a consensus.

In less than five minutes, all employees of Angle company quickly received an emergency notification.

The announcement content is that there will soon be a new mysterious business director.