Chapter 4 Edward Frost saves the field and takes Annabelle Brock away

"why you?" There was a bloodstain on Callan Clay's white shirt, but it was on the back so she couldn't see it. The man's face was also calm, "Back when you said you were going to get a divorce, I really thought that you would live better after getting rid of the name of Mrs. Clay. Now it seems that it is really getting better day by day." He lowered his head and stared at her, Annabelle Brock, it's useless to speak harsh words, this society speaks on strength. " "Mr. Clay from the Clay Group?" Some of the troublemakers recognized Callan Clay. After all, he occasionally landed on the headlines of financial magazines, and this face attracted countless women. The man who hit the person with the camera immediately took two steps back, trembling, and accidentally injured Callan Clay. But at this time, how could Callan Clay appear here? Aren't they divorced? Is the news fake, or did you come to see the ex-wife joke? ! The man in the peaked cap who had been making trouble quickly lowered his head, deleted the photos on his phone first, and then quietly put them in his pocket. He couldn't afford to offend Callan Clay. "You did all of this? Just to appreciate my miserable state?" Annabelle Brock pushed him away, and took a few steps back, just to stay away from this man, as long as she was close to her, it was the beginning of her misfortune. And her tiny movements couldn't escape Callan Clay's sight, she frowned fiercely, and snorted, "In your eyes, am I a villain who acts like this?" "Isn't it? You used the business situation of the Brock family to threaten me to donate blood to Cadence Dillon many times. Your behavior is probably more shameful than a villain." Annabelle Brock bit the word 'shameful' seriously. Callan Clay was stunned for a moment, his cold and emotionless face became more and more gloomy, until the assistant hurried over, "Ma'am... oh no, Ms. Brock. You misunderstood Mr. Clay." He handed a document to Annabelle Brock. "Mr. Brock has mortgaged 40% of the shares to Clay Group in advance due to debt problems. If Mr. Clay intends to do something wrong, wouldn't it be a fire?" "40% of the shares?" Annabelle Brock did not take the documents, but looked up at Mr. Brock who was already crumbling, "This is impossible..." She doesn't believe it, which undoubtedly means that Brock Group has changed the chairman. Baylor Brock's heart ached at this moment. He originally imagined that even if the property was transferred to Callan Clay's name, it was the joint property of their husband and wife, and that would be a share of the Brock family. But today's sudden news of 'the two divorced' undoubtedly shattered his dream. Baylor Brock closed his eyes fiercely, and stepped on the ground with one foot. "Someone jumped off the building!" Before Annabelle Brock recovered from this sentence, she saw a figure rushing down. "boom"! It hit the ground hard. She turned her head and saw that Mr. Brock was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood Annabelle Brock's moment went blank. Although she complained a lot about Mr. Brock, it was her biological father after all, and the scene before her biological father's tragic death was all thanks to the man she once loved the most. The disappointment accumulated over the years of marriage merged into the current state of mind. Let her stagger and almost fall to the ground, with broken hatred on her face. Callan Clay had never seen that hatred before. Seeing her precariously falling, he subconsciously raised his steps, but was stopped by a shrill female voice, "Don't come here!" She looked at him full of hostility, her voice was as cold as a cold snow mountain. "Now, are you satisfied?" It was completely different from the forbearance in the three-year marriage, and the strangeness made Callan Clay panic. He thought she was asking about the division of the Brock Group after the divorce, and his face darkened a little, "You initiated the divorce yourself, and now you regret it, isn't it too late?" "Regret? Who told you I regretted it?" Annabelle Brock suppressed the pain in her heart, and sneered at his eyes that seemed to be looking at a dead person, "There is no reason to pick up the trash that is thrown away!" Callan Clay's tall and straight body froze suddenly, and his gloomy bloodthirsty eyes seemed to be able to freeze people to death. Seeing his expression, Annabelle Brock felt that her heart was a little smoother, and walked in front of him angrily— "Mr. Clay, good dogs are out of the way, please move out of the way."