I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 8

After Oliver drove away from Willie’s factory, Hailey pondered for a long time before speaking to him.

“Oliver, your father urgently needs money. You can use this 780-thousand-dollar check. We don’t have

to split it anymore. All the money is yours.”

Stunned, Oliver shook his head and said, “Ms. Fox, let’s just go according to our previous agreement. I

appreciate your kindness, but rules must be in place. We shouldn’t go back on our word. 390 thousand

dollars is also enough to solve my current problem. Even if it’s not enough, it’s a problem for another

time. I believe I can still make money with my ability.”

Hailey’s heart fluttered a little. No matter what, Oliver’s action had moved her. Just the thought of the

people who hurt her drove her insane involuntarily.

But when she looked at Oliver, who was driving the car, just his side profile alone exuded a sense of

perseverance and toughness.

After giving it a thought, she responded, “Oliver, let’s not go to the store anymore. You can drive me

home.”

Upon telling Oliver the address, Hailey mulled it over and added, “Give me the check, then. It has to be

cashed in at the bank. Since you need money urgently, I’ll transfer it directly to your bank account.”

As she spoke, she asked for Oliver’s bank account number, then directly wired him the money through

her phone’s mobile banking application.

Within a minute, Oliver’s phone vibrated and beeped with the sound of a text message notification.

However, he did not check it, for he was certain it must be the bank transfer notification.

Oliver had never been to Hailey’s home, which was situated in a super luxurious mansion

neighborhood of Navarre Peninsula. When they arrived at the destination, he saw that every mansion

looked just like a painting.

Hailey’s house was No. 17. After the yard gate opened automatically, a private garden measuring tens

of thousands of square feet was revealed inside.

The mansion was so spacious that it resembled a manor. There were six parking spots in the yard, with

four being occupied by luxury cars.

Oliver parked the car, got out, and handed Hailey the key. “Ms. Fox, I’ll go hail a taxi back to the store

now.”

“Wait,” Hailey called out, then went to another parking spot and opened the door of a white Porsche

911. She took out a key from inside the vehicle and stuffed it into Oliver’s hand. “Drive this car for the

time being. It’s more convenient to get around with one.”

Oliver froze briefly before shaking his head. “Ms. Fox… This… is rather inappropriate, no?”

Hailey curled her lips. “What’s inappropriate about it? You’re the store manager of my store. What’s

wrong with your boss providing you with a car for transport? Besides… look at how many vehicles I

have; I can’t use all of them. Since they’re merely being kept at home, it’s no big deal to give you one.”

“Store manager?” Oliver was stunned again.

“Oh, right!” Hailey smiled and raised her finger. “You are now officially the store manager of my True

Treasure second-hand. store, with a base salary of… 10,000 dollars, plus a net revenue commission of

25 percent!”

“10,000 dollars, plus 25 percent of the net revenue commission?” Oliver exclaimed inwardly.

Oliver couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy.

In the past, Samuel’s base salary was 7,000 dollars, plus a net revenue commission of ten percent.

Compared with what Oliver had now, the difference was practically night and day.

Hailey continued, “Oliver, you don’t have to go to the store in a hurry. Go home and deal with your

matters first. Your working hours aren’t fixed, so you can go to the store whenever you’re free until

you’ve settled everything at home.”

All of a sudden, Oliver was overcome with emotions, and his eyes turned watery for no reason.

His severely ill father in need of money, his relatives’ indifference, his girlfriend’s abandonment, and

Joanna’s domestic violence misfortunes had tormented him, showing him the brutal side of human

nature.

Yet, Hailey reached out to lend him a hand and gave him warmth. Had she not been there, he truly

wanted to have a good cry right on the spot.

Noticing his expression, Hailey smiled, “Are you fairly touched? If so, go home and settle everything,

then make money for me to the best of your abilities. Those scums even screwed up my dowry…”

Oliver made a bow and thanked Hailey solemnly in a deep voice, “Ms. Fox, I will absolutely work

earnestly to repay you!”

On the way back, Oliver drove the eye-catching Porsche 911, finding everything surreal.

Yesterday, he was still a miserable, unlucky person who lived a life worse than death. Today, in a blink

of an eye, he broke free from his shackles and was driving a luxurious sports car with money in his

pockets. “Is this a dream?” he wondered.

At the thought of the money, Oliver quickly took out his phone and clicked on the unread text message.

Sure enough, it was a notification informing him that money had been transferred to his bank account.

However, Hailey did not wire him half of the stone gambling profit-390 thousand dollars. Instead, she

transferred him exactly 800 thousand dollars.

Oliver almost burst into tears again.

‘Damn it. Hailey truly did not learn her lesson. She just got scammed by others continuously, and now

she’s being so generous to me again. Is she not afraid of the history repeating itself?

Still, such a boss is indeed worthy of me to follow and repay with my life.

While Oliver was on the way to the hospital, his phone rang. It was a call from Joanna.

Oliver answered the call immediately and put it on speaker mode.

“Jo. I’m rushing to the hospital now. I’ll be there soon.”

On the other end of the line, Joanna was heard crying, and there were also sounds of struggle.

“Oliver… No, no, no. Marshall, you can’t take this money… You can’t. Oliver gave me this money to

pay for Dad’s treatment… No, no, no. Please, I beg you, Marshall…”

Upon hearing this, Oliver virtually exploded in anger and shouted roaringly, “Jo, where are you?

Marshall Clark, you son of a bitch-”

“Oliver. I’m at… at the hospital parking lot…” Joanna sobbed.

Bam!

Her voice then got cut off, as if the phone had been thrown to the ground and shattered.

Oliver was furious and had nowhere to vent his rage. He floored the gas and sped straight to the

hospital.

A few minutes later, he pulled up at the parking lot of the general hospital. From a distance, he could

already see Joanna lying on the ground with a bag in her hands while being dragged by a man.

It went without saying that the man was Joanna’s husband, Marshall.

Without further ado, Oliver drove the car over, and as soon as he stopped, he jumped out of the

vehicle, kicking Marshall a few times. The latter groaned in pain and released his hands instantly.

Meanwhile, Joanna’s hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn open, and more bruises and blood

stains had appeared on

her face.

Nevertheless, she hugged the bag with a death grip while the fragments of her phone lay on the

ground.

Oliver hurriedly helped his younger sister up. The moment Joanna saw him, she threw herself into his

arms and wailed, “Oliver, I-I don’t know how, but he found me and insisted on snatching the 4,000

dollars away. I told him you gave me this to save Dad, but he insisted…”

In the meantime, Marshall patted off the dust on his body and said fiercely, “How could you have

money? It’s obviously stolen from my house! Give it to me right now, or I’ll call the cops!”

While speaking, Marshall caught sight of the car Oliver drove in, and his eyes lit up in surprise. “What

the heck? You… This is a Porsche 911. It costs at least 400 thousand dollars. W-Where did you get the

money to buy this car?”

Ignoring the man, Oliver took the bag from Joanna’s hands, pulled out the passbook, and showed it to

Marshall. “Marshall Clark, open your eyes wide and take a good look. I was the one who saved this

4,000 dollars, and Jo just withdrew it from the bank. Call the cops right now. Go ahead!”

In an instant, Marshall smiled awkwardly and said, “Oliver, this is a misunderstanding. We’re a family.

There’s no need to call the cops. Anyway, your car… Can I borrow it for a few days?”

‘Do you even deserve it?” Oliver’s expression hardened as he added bluntly, “Marshall Clark, it’s

impossible for Jo to stay with you anymore. You two will get a divorce!”

Marshall was stunned. “Divorce? Sure, I’ve wanted it for a long time. Since you guys are the ones

initiating it, it’s even better for me. Don’t even dream of taking half of my family’s assets!”

“Who’s asking for your family’s assets? You two can get a divorce, but how are we gonna solve the

matter of you hitting my sister?” questioned Oliver flatly.

Taken aback, Marshall took a gander at Oliver and chuckled. “Well, what’s done is done. What else do

you want? Do you have the guts to hit me back?”

Oliver couldn’t restrain himself anymore upon seeing Marshall’s arrogant and smug look. He charged

toward the latter with his fists raised.

Marshall hadn’t seen this coming. While he was still in a trance, he had already received several

punches in the face and eyes, making his world spin and his vision blur. Some burning liquid also

trickled down his nose and mouth.

Marshall wiped it with a finger and took a look, cursing to himself, “What the fuck? It’s all blood!”

“O-Oliver, do you have a fucking death wish? I’ll kill you…”

Hovering above Marshall, Oliver continued to beat the man into a pulp without fear, booming, “Marshall

Clark, I indeed do not value my life anymore. How dare you lay your hands on Jo, the sister I’ve always

treated like a treasure? I’ll fucking kill you first…”

Marshall was already at a disadvantage from the beginning. His hand had been sprained because of

Oliver, and the blood flowing down his face and head was hindering his vision and slowing his reaction.

In addition, Oliver was straddling Marshall, so as a result, the latter could only block the punches

without a way to fight back.

“Okay, okay! I’ll admit it. Stop hitting me. Stop! I apologize for my mistake. S-Sorry. Stop… Don’t hit me

anymore. Oliver, stop hitting me…”

At the same time, Joanna was so scared that she rushed over in tears to hug Oliver’s arm, stopping

him from continuing to hit Marshall.

She wasn’t protecting her husband. Instead, as she knew that Marshall was a hooligan, she feared her

brother would’ve to go to jail should Marshall call the cops and charge Oliver with aggravated assault.

Oliver was the one she was worried about.

At last, Oliver stopped and stood up to gasp for air.

His body was also covered with blood, but it was all Marshall’s

Marshall groaned in pain while muttering ferociously. Tll sue you until you end up in jail, Oliver

Eastwood! How… How dare you hit me? Ouch!”

The color drained from Joanna’s face as tears ran down it. Distraught, she took a tissue to wipe the

blood on Oliver’s face and hands.

Oliver shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

“You’re not going to be fine!” At this time, Marshall bellowed, “I’ll sue you until the end for beating me to

this state! And…”

He then glared at Joanna and then said. “And you, you infertile bitch! Just you wait! I’ll beat you to

death!”

Upon hearing that, Oliver immediately lost his cool and strode toward Marshall.

Marshall was so frightened that he crawled backward, knowing when to pick his battles. After all, if he

were to fight Oliver head-on now, he would only suffer more injuries.

“What… What do you want? You’ve beaten me to this state. You have to compensate me at least 4…

No, no… 6,000 dollars of medical bills…”

So terrified that he stammered, Marshall wanted to scare Oliver with medical expenses as he knew that

the Eastwood family was exceptionally poor. Even 4,000 dollars or so was already astronomical to

them.

However, Oliver stopped and stared at Marshall. “Sure, Marshall Clark. As long as you go to City Hall

with Jo now to file a divorce, I’ll give you 20,000 dollars!”