After Divorcing my Captain Husband (Chloe and Michael)

Chloe couldn't b be bothered with the situation. She glanced at the old man and said, "If you have any issues, you should talk to someone from the Opal Group. If they need me to get involved, they'll reach out." With that, she didn't spare another glance at the old man and walked away. Michael, who had followed Chloe there, naturally stayed close behind her.

Lucy had come today hoping to see Michael. She thought that seeing her so close to someone else might stir something in him, even if it was just a few harsh words-it would mean Michael still cared. But to Lucy's surprise, he didn't say a word before walking off.

Her eyes were filled with disappointment. Owen approached her, his face a picture of anguish. "Lucy, who is this person?"

Lucy turned her gaze back to him. "He's my new boss."

Michael didn't want her to return to Shawn Heavy Industries, so she had to find other options.

This old man might be a bit older, but a few sweet words were enough to make him forget his bearings. He was even willing to throw money into negotiations with Shawn Heavy Industries. Owen frowned at at her response. "What kind of boss?"

Lucy, feeling a a bit t irritated, snapped, "Owen, if you don't have anything else, I need to join my boss for the party. We can't chat right now."

She

walked past him, leaving Owen standing alone, feeling cold and betrayed.

He had never imagined Lucy would end up with an old man like this after their breakup.

could she degrade herself like this?"

He thought, "How could sha

Chloe stepped out of the ballroom. Suddenly, there was a loud bang overhead as fireworks exploded.

She paused and I looked up, the fireworks showering the sky, filling the air with the scent of sulfur.

She wondered if it was some kind of festival, but then she noticed a girl in a white veil throwing herself into the arms of a young man nearby. Chloe watched the affectionate scene, a smile appearing on her face.

She thought, "So "So it's sa proposal. No wonder it's so romantic.

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Michael stopped next to t to her, following her gaze to the couple in the distance.

His expression was a mix of something-perhaps nostalgia or another emotion she couldn't quite place.

When the fireworks finally died down, Chloe was about to move on.

Michael blurted out, "There's a fireworks festival coming up in a few days. Would you like to go?"

Chloe paused. "A fireworks festival? I haven't heard of that before."

Michael stood beside her, matching her stride.

"It's an event organized by the tourism bureau to attract visitors. It's still under wraps, not many people know about it. If you're interested, I can get us some tickets." had outgrown her fascination with fireworks.

Chloe

But since she would soon be leaving for abroad, maybe catching one last fireworks show in this city wasn't such a bad idea.

Chloe always knew that Raimond had a summer fireworks festival, and she'd once invited Michael to go with her.

But back then, he had been so disgusted with her that he never agreed to her request.

Without his company, Chloe wouldn't gone alone, even if her flight had taken her to Raimond.

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Even without company, there was something uniquely enjoyable about appreciating beauty alone.

Chloe mulled it over and said, "If possible, could you get a few extra tickets? I'll transfer the money to you."

She was thinking that if time permitted, she'd use the festival to say goodbye to Candy, Quinn, and Jessica.

"Sure, no problem," Michael agreed without asking who the additional tickets were for.

After leaving the party, Michael returned to the office, where he sat behind his desk, speaking on the phone. It was unclear who he was negotiating with. Ethan had been called in for a last-minute task.

"Order a batch of high-quality fireworks. They need to be delivered within two days."

Ethan was taken aback. "Mr. Shawn, why the sudden order for fireworks?

"How many do you need, sir? Twenty boxes or fifty?"

Given that it might be for a company event, fifty boxes seemed more than sufficient.

Each box could contain a hundred shots, so fifty boxes would be five thousand shots-plenty for any celebration.

Michael furrowed his brow and said, "Make it 100 thousand shots."

Ethan thought, "Excuse me? 100 thousand?"