Chapter 125: Silent Moves
Two weeks had passed since the divorce papers were signed, and in those two weeks, Eira had disappeared from the public eye.
No one saw her at university, at her usual coffee shop, or anywhere familiar.
The tabloids speculated wildly about her whereabouts, but Eira couldn't care less.
She was busy building her future.
Her tiny one-bedroom apartment had become her makeshift office.
Papers covered the small dining table, next to her laptop and phone, which rarely stopped ringing.
Eira sat at the table, tapping with her pen rhythmically against a notebook filled with scribbled plans and calculations.
She flipped open her laptop, scanning the names of investors she had contacted.
Most of them were once tied to Henry Blackwood's empire—until they left during his company's recent decline.
"Hello, Mr. Ashford," Eira said into her phone, her voice steady and professional.
