They ridiculed her for assisting a feeble old stranger, then stood stunned upon discovering his true identity…

You’re fired. Pack your things and leave immediately. Mr. Harrington, I’ve served you for so many years. Don’t I deserve some credit? Now you want to drive me away because of Amelia Clarke? Not pressing charges is me being generous. Or would you prefer legal consequences? Oh, and find me a lawyer tomorrow.

Have them draft divorce papers. I’ll be officially divorced in two days. Mr. Harrington, are you planning to be with Amelia Clarke after divorcing? We both entered sham marriages.

We agreed that after ending these marriages, we’d officially be together. Mr. Harrington and his wife have a fake marriage. No wonder she’s so indifferent toward him.

This won’t do. I must stop Mr. Harrington from being with Amelia Clarke. What are you doing here? Oliver Bennett, please beg Mr. Harrington for me.

I was just confused for a moment. I can’t help you with this. You should pack your things quickly and leave the company.

What’s there to be proud of? Once I’m with Mr. Harrington, you’ll be the first to go. What are you looking for? Can’t I just pick up a pen? Marriage certificate? It can’t be. No.

It’s Mr. Harrington’s marriage certificate. This is my personal item. I don’t believe you.

Show me. Why should I show you? This is my private property. Seems Mr. Harrington and Amelia Clarke don’t know who their sham marriage partner really is.

If Mr. Harrington finds out Amelia Clarke is actually his wife, we must keep them from finding out. Something’s fishy. She claimed to look for a pen but found a marriage certificate instead.

You won’t show me? I’ll see it anyway. What are you doing? You scared me. This is the certificate Victoria just found.

She says it’s hers. But I suspect it might actually be yours. Let’s check and find out.

Makes sense. Amelia Clarke, what are you doing? Why is this empty? Amelia Clarke, how dare you go through my stuff? This is utterly disrespectful. I thought this was Mr. Harrington’s marriage certificate.

Why is it blank? This is my friend’s discarded marriage certificate. Of course it’s blank. I’m apologies.

I misunderstood you. You’re no match for me, Amelia Clarke. James Harrington belongs to me alone.

I’ll never let you be together. When they finalize their divorce, they’ll have to meet in person. The truth will come out then.

Miss Langley, I discovered Mr. Harrington arranged a sham marriage with someone named Isabella Weston. But somehow they never officially registered it. Here’s Isabella Weston’s photo.

Miss Langley, is this information satisfactory? Very satisfactory. Thank you, Miss Langley. Call me again for future jobs.

Isabella Weston. So you’re the one looking for me? Let me make this clear up front. I don’t take jobs under 100k.

This card has a million in it. Do me a favor. Amy.

You dressed up so fancy. Got a hot date? Not a date. It’s a divorce.

Fine. Grandma. Divorce is good. After you split up, snatch that boss of yours back.

Grandma’s quite fond of him. I’ll do my best. Don’t wait dinner for me.

Be safe out there. Amelia Clarke. Amelia Clarke.

Husband. Who are you? I’m Isabella Weston, your wife. Weren’t we supposed to meet here today? She’s Mrs. Harrington.

The CEO’s wife. You’re nothing like I imagined. Maybe I had some minor cosmetic work.

So you’re the mistress. Waiting to steal my husband once we divorce? Shameless homewrecker. Isabella Weston.

Watch your language. Our marriage is a sham. This is only our second meeting.

I have no feelings for you. You’re mistaken. Mr. Harrington and I are merely superior and subordinate.

I just happened to pass by today. Then get the hell away from here. You’re an eyesore.

I have things to do. You two talk. Amelia Clarke.

Don’t you dare. Her behavior and the person in the phone don’t match at all. The person in our chats is nothing like you.

Are you even Isabella Weston? This is my ID. People change. Women especially.

Let’s get this over with. Why did you hang up? We agreed on 10 o’clock, right? Did something happen? What’s wrong? You broke my phone. If the phone wasn’t broken, how’d you mistake my identity? It’s just a phone.

You can afford a new one. Let’s go. Eat first.

I need to fix my phone first. How long will repairs take? About an hour. I’ll bring it over once fixed.

Okay. I’ll be in the private room. Understood.

You don’t want this phone repaired. You get what I mean? Are you crazy? Forget it. I’m done waiting.

Here’s the divorce papers I drafted. As of today, our one-year sham marriage is terminated. I won’t leave.

Isabella Weston, what exactly do you want? I don’t want a divorce. Didn’t we already agree on this? How can you go back on your word? Didn’t you say you had someone else too? I lied to you. I only care about money.

Aren’t you divorcing me just to be with Amelia Clarke? I refuse. If I divorce you, I’ll get nothing at all. I’ll add 10 million in compensation.

Not enough. I want 100 million. That’s impossible.

You’re the prestigious Harrington Industries. Can’t afford 100 million? Yuko, before meeting you, I thought you were an intelligent woman. Never expected this greedy side of you.

Let me make this clear. This divorce will happen whether you agree or not. If you keep causing trouble, you’ll get nothing.

What’s going on here? Grandpa. Arguing? Not at all. You’re here, Grandpa.

I’m Isabella Weston, your grandson’s wife. Good, pretty, and graceful. That brat kept hiding you from me.

Meeting you for the first time. You’re so distinguished. Now I know where James gets his looks.

He takes after you. Of course. I raised this boy since he was a child.

Isabella, come here. This 3 million is my welcome gift for you. Take it.

Thank you, Grandpa. What are you doing, brat? This is for your wife. Grandpa, she’s not your granddaughter-in-law.

I’m divorcing her. What? You want a divorce? No way, I disagree. Why divorce when things are fine? She’s such a good granddaughter-in-law.

Grandpa, we never really had any real connection. We only got married to appease you. I won’t allow this divorce.

Feelings can grow with time. Trust me. I won’t let you divorce.

Grandpa, she’s just a gold digger. You don’t know what she demanded for the divorce. 100 million.

What? No, Grandpa, that’s not true. I just don’t want a divorce. Liar.

Enough arguing. I’ll settle this. No divorce between you two.

Grandpa, I just brewed this tea. Smells wonderful. Try some.

Grandpa, I want to work at Harrington Industries. First, to bond with James. Second, I can learn the company operation.

I could support James too. That’s perfect. I object…