Her heart seemed to be severely deterred by a big hand.
"Madam, the President is busy as of the moment. You might..." Benz Narong 's assistant Nin Chomesri glanced at Gun Chatmanee with embarrassment and sympathy.
"Okay, he is busy at the moment right? But with what?" She asked.
"A client." Nin Chomesri replied.
"What type of client would ask the president to stop, stop what?" Gun Chatmanee asked.
"Nothing Miss but you can't really go in there." Nin Chomesri replied.
Gun Chatmanee knew that Nin Chomesri was lying to her.
She kicked in the door and halted in front of Benz Narong and Kwang Kanchana who were seated next to the other on the highlander- redwood couch.
"Oh! So the so-called mistress who goes by the name Kwang Kanchana suddenly became a client. The earth is really a geoid." Gun Chatmanee exclaimed as she clapped for Kwang Kanchana.
"Gun Chatmanee, how did you get access to my office without permission?" Benz Narong asked with his speech filled with rage and resentment.
"Oh so I have to borrow permission from you before I get in your office. My dear, but did that she-goat borrow permission before she got in or does the rule not favour us hoipollois?" Gun Chatmanee asked.
"But anyways sorry you may continue I'm just here to give the CEO a document." She added then left after she had placed a brown envelope on Benz Narong's working desk.
Her heart was in deep pain that she was about to suffocate.
It was too painful that she couldn't stand there and listen.
Gun Chatmanee stood at the door of Benz's International Group's office and heard the ambiguous and flirtatious voices of her husband Benz Narong and another woman who she guessed was Kwang Kanchana after she left the office.
Her heart seemed to be severely deterred by a big hand.
She was unable to finish her words when she saw how upset she was.
"No need." Gun Chatmanee interrupted her.
She supported the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose that covered most of her face and said, "You can give check this out for me. If you are still busy, then I will leave first."
After she finished speaking, Gun Chatmanee turned around and left.
Fortunately, she wore the biggest pair of sunglasses that day, which covered the loneliness on her face and her red eyes.
She knew that Benz Narong hated her, even if she had saved his life five years ago.
Even if she had been married to him for three years, she did not look at her directly. It was as if she was still a stranger.
She has liked Benz Narong for so many years.
But now, she got too tired of him and she doesn't want to wait endlessly like this.
She wanted to let go of everything and just let him be.
Nin Chomesri looked at the file in her hand and her face suddenly changed.
She opened the door and walked into the President's office.
She saw Benz Narong sitting on the sofa with a cold expression.
His secretary stood in the farthest place from Benz Narong with an innocent expression.
Nin Chomesri then wondered what was happening, and where did the vague sound come from.
"President, Madam has left. But before she left, she asked me to give this to you." Nin Chomesri said and handed the documents to Benz Narong.
Benz Narong looked at it and saw that it was their divorce agreement.
He looked at the file in his hand with a mocking and contemptuous expression on his face.
He then thought about what trick does Gun Chatmanee wanted to play.
"Don't worry about her." Benz Narong threw the divorce agreement aside with disdain, and the mocking expression on his face became stronger.
Then he said, "I want to see what tricks she is going to play!"
After Gun Chatmanee returned to the villa, she packed up her things.
Since she has decided to divorce Gun Chatmanee, she knew that she was no longer eligible to live there.