The Boss Went Crazy After Divorce

After getting in his car again, the middle-aged man respectfully said to an old man sitting in the back, “Mr. Richards, everything is settled now.”

The old man sitting in the back was none other than old Mr. Richards. He was on the way to visit Hamish.

Old Mr. Richards grunted, “I seem to know her. Was that Starry?”

Erik Francis nodded, “Yes, she is Ms. Bradley.”

Old Mr. Richards frowned, “Does Hamish really like her so much?”

Erik lowered his head, not daring to answer.

Old Mr. Richards sneered coldly, “Drive.”

Then, he added with anger, “What a bad taste!”

Starry did not know the real identity of Hamish, neither did she know that his grandfather was sitting in the car in front just now.

Yet, even if she knew everything, according to her, old Mr. Richards was only a newly acquainted elder.

Hamish had just lay down on his bed, taking a rest, when the doorbell rang again. He thought it was Starry again and she must have left something in his apartment. Then, he quickly slid into the t-shirt that he had just taken off and got up to open the door.

When he saw old Mr. Richards standing outside, his expression changed a little, “What brought you to my humble home!”

His words kind of irritated old Mr. Richards, “Stop your nonsense!”

Hamish yawned and walked inside.

Grunting, old Mr. Richards followed him, “Such a small house! Not even a place for a guest.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Hamish just took two bottles of water out of the fridge, and when he heard his grandfather’s criticism, he put the water back, “Then, why don’t you wait for me outside…”

“Hamish!”

Old Mr. Richards scolded coldly.

Hamish sneered, “We are not in the Richards house now and your shout won’t scare anyone.”

Old Mr. Richards was infuriated, “You’d better never come back!”

Then, he stood up and left.

Leaning against the sofa, Hamish did not give a response.

Then, old Mr. Richards paused before he walked out of the apartment. He turned around and glowered at Hamish, “If you dare to be with Starry, you will never be welcomed home again!”

Hamish pouted and looked old Mr. Richards in his eyes, “You shouldn’t be worried about it since this is my home now.”

Hamish’s words further infuriated old Mr. Richards and sped up his pace to leave.

It was lunch time.

Hamish kept his words to go to Starry’s home for lunch.

Starry had just finished cooking when the bell rang. She put the dishes on the table before she went downstairs to open the door.

Once in the garden, she saw Hamish standing outside with a box of cherries in his left hand.

Starry opened the door and took a glance at the box of cherries, “You bought this?”

“A gift from a friend.”

He answered honestly.

Starry grinned and then led the way into the villa.

She had prepared 4 dishes for this lunch.

Although Hamish was thin, he indeed had a big stomach.

Starry served him a portion of dessert after they finished their meal, “Maybe you can have a try.”

Hamish’s eyes rolled and then moved to the dessert, “Thanks, Miss Bradley.”

Starry pointed at the box of cherries on the ground and said, “A gift for a gift.”

After the dessert, Hamish left.

Yet, he promised that he would come again for dinner.

Starry wanted to suggest that they should have dinner outside since it would trouble him a lot to come to her home again.

However, before she could put forward her suggestion, Hamish had gotten in a taxi and disappeared soon.

Hamish rang the bell again at 6 pm.

The dinner was not ready yet. She paused the cooking and opened the door for him first, overlooking the thing he had taken with him.

In the middle of their meal, the doorbell rang.

Starry glanced at Hamish and said, “I will open the door. Help yourself.”

Then, she walked downstairs.

It was getting dark outside and the nightlights in the garden were on.

It took Starry by surprise when she saw Dillon standing outside, “Mr. Baxter?”

“Well, I went to visit my friend and passed by your home. I hope you can have a look at the newly revised script.”

It was true that Dillon had just been to his friend’s home and passed by Starry’s home. He dredged up that the script of ‘Under Moonlight’ had already been well-prepared, so he brought it to her, hoping that she could give some advice.

After all, Starry always stayed at home, so he was sure that he could find her there.

Starry took the script, “Thank you, Mr. Baxter. You can just call me next time and I’l go and take it myself.”

Before Dillon could answer, he saw Hamish appear behind Starry.

Noticing that he was looking over her shoulder, Starry turned around.

“Something is boiling in the kitchen.”

Starry patted her forehead and sighed, “It’s the pear syrup. I messed up.”

“I’ve turned off the fire. You didn’t mess up.”

Starry widened her eyes with surprise, “You’ve saved me again.”

Then, she turned back to look at Dillon, “Mr. Baxter, thank you for coming. I will go inside and do my work if you have done what you want.”

Dillion’s eyes slid forth and back between Hamish and Starry, “Well, you go ahead.”

He waved goodbye and left, turning back to observe them again and again.

Such a fast progress!”

Was Starry now living with Hamish?

Ugh, Filip could never be with her again.

Dillon got back in his car and gazed at the ceiling light shining in the second floor of the villa through the window with mixed feelings.

Yet, Starry and Filip had divorced for a whole year. It was not indecent of her to fall in love with someone else.

Turning over what he had seen for a while, Dillon turned on his phone and sent a message to Filip, “I’ve just given Starry the revised script. I saw Hamish in her villa. Maybe they are living together now. You can have nothing to do with her from now on. Just let everything go.”

Filip was chairing a meeting when his phone suddenly buzzed and the screen lit, which broke the silent atmosphere in the meeting room.

He cast a look at the phone and only saw the former half part of the text on the screen, “I’ve just given Starry the revised script. I saw Hamish in her villa. Maybe they are living together now.”

Filip took the phone and turned off the screen.

Other people in the room felt that Mr. Pearson was angrier after checking the message.

No one dared to break the silence. After about 2 minutes, Filip readjusted his tie and commanded impatiently, “Three more days! A better plan or your resignation letters!”

Then, he slammed the files on the table and stormed out of the meeting room.