Too Late for Regrets

Rylan stood there, stunned into silence. Did Jaxon hit his head or something? Who in their right mind divorces an S-tier female?

Marcella took one look at his expression, then turned to Dante. "Go hang out in the lounge for a bit."

"Sure thing, Ms. Vance." Dante made a point of stressing the last two words, his voice bright with unmistakable satisfaction.

As he left the resonance room, Rylan watch