Chicago 1990

The noise was also noisy, and the high-heeled shoes were also hit. Song Ya covered his forehead, "This is our common property, you have no right to sell it alone!"

"That pair of thin courts, here, I have called the lawyer." Mariah Carey took the opportunity to push him away and snorted downstairs.

Her personal lawyer had just entered the door, followed by the dog-like Lee Phillips, the former MJ lawyer who was swept out by MJ with Sandy Glen.

"You two are reemployed with me ah?"

This semi-MJ lineup was a bit dazzling. Song Ya’s attention was quickly shifted away. He was still struggling with how to calm his wife and not lose his reason. When he sold Bedford Mountain Villas, he suddenly saw this vampire, and thought I probably understand that there is only one option left: "Business is business".

"No, we only serve Miss Kelly, APLUS." Lee Phillips greeted Sandy Glen and replied with a smile.

"That's it! Linda, call Goodman and ask him to come too, Taraji, help me clean up a guest room."

Live here today!The next afternoon, at about three or four o'clock, the couple's lawyers and accountants gathered at Bedford Heights.

"Boss, hurry up. You must be present at the dinner at Parcy Sutton's house tonight. In addition to the New York media person who came to celebrate your becoming the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation, all the people involved in the DTS Nasdaq listing team are also Will come, company founder Terry Beard, shareholder Mr. Spielberg, people from Goldman Sachs and Greenwood Capital, and some heavyweight financial reporters. At the dinner, you have to endorse the listing of DTS. Various matters have missed several opportunities to speak publicly."

Linda reminded.

"Well, let's solve this problem as soon as possible." Song Ya glanced at his wife across the table. Now this long table is used as a temporary negotiating table.She had a straight face, folded her hands on her chest, looked up at the ceiling and ignored people. She should have cried last night, her eyelids were a bit swollen, but her attitude was very firm and full of momentum.

"Don't think about it anymore? APLUS." Goodman beside him clutched the document and refused to hand it over.

"No, that's it."

Song Ya glanced at Li Phillips next to his wife, "Fortunately, Li."

"Let me see if your conditions can satisfy Miss Kelly."

Lee Phillips smiled and took over Goodman's reluctance to hand over the property division documents, and began a serious review.

"The two-story high-rise apartment in Tribeca is owned by my client, APLUS. The real estate and properties such as Bedford Hills and Gulfstream 4SP aircraft purchased by the other two will belong to Mrs. Song. APLUS has promised to give it before, but The small Bahamas and island buildings, Malibu seaside villas and precious jewelry such as diamond rings that have not been fully implemented by legal documents will also be officially identified today as documents of ownership, and they are all owned by Mrs. Song."

Goodman stated: "Some of Tribeca's other commercial real estate, yachts and other properties that you independently purchased by Mrs. Song, and the highland park villas and other properties that APLUS owned before marriage are not within the scope of this division document. There is no dispute either."

"I am not stingy Mimi, I just don't want to see our hard-earned money being deliberately ruined."

Song Ya stared at his wife's eyes and added.Bedford Mountain Villas are responsible for more than 10 million, and Gulfstream planes are more than 10 million. Some diamond rings and valuable gifts to her add up to several million. The Bahamas island that has not been visited once will cost 1,000. Do million, the Malibu seaside villa is 10 million small, and I only got from her to the top-floor apartment in Tribeca, which is equivalent to losing about 50 million dollars in this marriage, not counting her Luxury consumption such as weddings and parties created together, as well as all costs and real estate taxes to maintain private crews.

She didn't ask for child support, but in the future, most of her business empire will not be handed over to the unborn son and daughter. Her Chinese soul has decided to treat her sons and daughters differently from other children.

"Wow, APLUS you..."

Lee Phillips was involved in such a high-value division of property the first time he appeared between the two.

Mariah Carey didn't wait for him to finish. She lowered her head and brushed the signature after grabbing the document. It seemed that she really broke her heart this time, and she was very determined to divorce.

'Snapped!'The pen and file were returned by her without a word.

"There is a prohibition clause in it, I set it up to prevent you from selling at random."

Song Ya picked up the pen and said, "Besides, you will have to pay the property tax here and Malibu alone in the future. Please don't forget to pay it on time." He didn't know the meaning of nagging at this time. The pen tip trembled unnaturally. Under Goodman's guidance, he signed his name everywhere in the initial divorce agreement.

Signed up and met her tearful eyes, but she immediately turned her head over.

"This is a supplementary agreement. If there are no public relations accidents with your new bastard, you must work together to maintain a good image of husband and wife until the end of March next year, that is, after the Grammy and Oscar awards season. During the period, you have to each other. Fulfill the auxiliary publicity obligations of assisting the other party's film and recording careers, such as the announcement of Miss Kelly's Star Dream Tears."

Lee Phillips handed over a document again, "If the mother of your new illegitimate child comes out to talk nonsense before then, I'm sorry, you have to pay Miss Kelly a high fine again, and you must take the fault as much as possible. In the past, we tried to eliminate the negative effects for Miss Kelly as much as possible. Otherwise, the peaceful breakup agreement just now will be invalidated, and we will start a divorce lawsuit. Given that Fujibi believes you have nearly 500 million personal assets..."

"Don't threaten us Li, they signed a prenuptial agreement, remember?" Goodman reminded him with a sneer.

"Do you think the judge will sympathize with hip-hop stars who have cheated on marriage and killed them?"

"The reason why a legal document is a legal document..."

"Goodman."

Song Ya stopped them from arguing at this time, "Give it to me, I am willing to sign." He took the supplementary agreement text from Li Phillips and continued to sign.

"And this confidentiality agreement, and..."

In short, this time it was a real game. The lawyers and accountants on both sides have a neat lineup and the process goes very fast, but the splitting of assets is so huge, it still takes a lot of time.

"Boss, okay? Pierre Sutton drove off in person and came to pick up people." Linda has urged several times, "It's better not to let him find out that you are..."

"I know I know Linda."

Song Ya looked at the lawyers on both sides who were sorting out the thick legal documents, feeling a little exhausted, but also a little relieved, as well as guilt and pain...

"I can't find one of your formal clothes." Taraji ran out of the cloakroom to report.

Yeah, it's strange to find it, and it's all packed and thrown to Tribeca by his wife.

"Just wear this, it's okay."

I ran over in desperation. I still had yesterday's jacket and jeans, but it didn't matter. I am now the chairman of the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation and the owner of most people at the party.

"Uh, there seems to be one more." Mariah Carey said suddenly.

The two looked at each other and walked to the honor showroom tacitly. In the large glass cover in the center of the room are two plastic models who wore wedding dresses and gowns from the wedding, but now the wedding dresses are gone, and the female plastic models are bare. My dress is still there.

"Can you?" Taraji asked.

"Take it," Mariah Carey said.

"Where is your wedding dress?" Song Ya asked her.

"Cut it, burn it," she replied.

"I'm sorry..." Song Ya could only apologize.

"Fxxk, is it ironic? You have always looked down on my father, but you yourself are shorter than my dad." She said sadly.

"I... I'm sorry." What can I say?

"Quickly, Pierre is outside the manor. Don't be seen by a senior media person with so many lawyers and accountants in the house."

"Well, then I will pass, Mimi..." Song Ya whispered to her.

"Go, you are free."

After changing into an exquisite dress made by a well-known designer, Song Ya got into the car lonely with her hands in her pockets, and went to'coincidentally' to meet Pierre Sutton who had just appeared at the entrance of the manor.

"Hey, Chairman, everyone is waiting for you." Pierre smiled and poked out the car window.

"Let's go, let's go over." Song Ya replied.

"and many more!"

Mariah Carey also appeared behind in the car, "Take me, and I'll go too!"

She smiled as if nothing happened today, got out of the car with the beautiful evening dress that she had just changed, and shouted to Pierre before getting into her husband's car: "Is Mr. Spielberg right today? I want to talk to him about movies..."

"Uh, now, how could the dinner party miss you Mrs. Song?" Pierre, who was still in the dark, smiled and rolled the window to lead the way.

"Publicity obligation, right?" She took her husband's arms as before, "I will do my job well during this time."

"Yeah." Song Ya took her hand. "Thank you, Mimi."

He forced a smile and turned to look out the window.

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