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Chapter 75
After Natalie had left. Gage, the butler, brought a glass of milk to Theo in his study.
“Mr. Theo, it was already 8:30 in the evening. Please, drink this glass of milk and go to bed early. Gage
suggested. “Normally, you would already be in bed by this time. Are Mr. Wilson’s affairs troubling you?”
he added, handing the glass of milk to Theo.
Theo furrowed his wrinkled brow and sighed, reflecting on his disappointment. “Ah, Trevon was so
disappointing. I had handed everything to him on a silver platter, and yet he couldn’t handle it properly,”
he lamented
Gage grew even more puzzled. “If Mr. Theo was unwilling to let go of Mrs. Wilson, why did he agree so
quickly in the evening and rush to proceed with the divorce?” he wondered.
Theo took a sip of his milk and grumbled discontentedly. “Hmph, if I don’t take drastic measures, will
we end up witnessing him chasing after his wife?”
Gage chuckled upon hearing that, acknowledging Theo’s wisdom. “Indeed, old habits die hard,” he
silently chucked. Night descended, painting the sky with shimmering stars while the moonlight gently
embraced the bustling streets.
With two suitcases in tow, a captivating woman racing through the streets of Athana on her motorbike,
all eyes were drawn to her remarkable presence. Heads turned wherever she went, capturing one
hundred percent of the gaze.
The bike stopped at the gas station, instantly grabbing the attention of nearby vehicles waiting to refuel.
The drivers understood they might not possess a fragile hearts, but they needed fuel in their vehicles.
As Natalie observed the lively pedestrians and the ceaseless flow of cars in the streets of Athana, she
noticed the gas station brimming with people. A slight tightness gripped her chest, but she summoned
the courage to press onward with her decision already made. Once the bow was drawn, there could be
no turning back.
Joy and sorrow, parting and reunion, all intertwined with emotions, define the human experience.
Without these emotions. separation alone would persist, rendering the word “grief obsolete.
Positioned at the rear of the line, Frank’s attention was caught by the motorcycle ahead.
Standing with one leg on the ground, the girl patiently awaited her turn to refuel. However, the
suitcases positioned behind her intrigued Frank…
Upon arrival at Evergreen Gardens, Natalie parked her car beside the greenbelt adjacent to Edward’s
building.
Balancing the two suitcases, Natalie entered the suite, instantly noticing two pairs of women’s slippers
arranged neatly on
the shoe rack.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPondering to herself. “It’s quite surprising. Could Sherri be the one who purchased them? But that
seems unlikely; she isn’t that thoughtful. Well, I’ll wear them for now.”
Natalie settled her belongings in the guest room, where meticulously spread bedsheets awaited her.
Glancing around swiftly, she discovered all the essential daily necessities readily available. The
refrigerator stood stocked with groceries, and on the dining table, numerous packets of noodles and
durian, accompanied by a nearby sticky note. Intrigued, she approached and picked up the sticky note,
which read, “You love indulging in these, but don’t overdo it. Enjoy them occasionally. I’ve taken care of
everything for you. Rest early and avoid lengthy conversations with Sherri,“
Placing the sticky note back down, a smile graced Natalie’s face. “Indeed, Edward understood her
better than anyone. Their bond of friendship surpassed even blood ties!” she mused.
Natalie did intend to sort things out before sharing the news of the divorce papers with Sherri
She first messaged Edward, expressing her gratitude.
Subsequently, she landed another 8,000 dollars to Edward. Earlier, Natalie checked the rental
information and discovered that this Athana house, which was nestled in an upscale residential area,
was priced at 4,000 dollars
rs per month.
A few minutes later, Edward received the money and replied joyfully, saying, “That’s a great return.
Thank you!” Natalie responded, “Thank you, landlord!”
Afterward, she snapped a photo of the divorce certificate for Sherri. Attached to the picture, she wrote,
“Sherri, I’m finally
free!”
Just moments later, a video call came through, and Sherri’s face lit up with excitement. After scanning
the surroundings, her excitement grew even more. “Oh my goodness, Natalie, you’ve already settled
into Edward’s apartment! I’m joining you soon! Wait for me. I’ll grab some barbecue. Let’s celebrate
your new life and share all the details with me!”
The video call abruptly ended as the words faded, leaving Natalie speechless.
Feeling helpless. Natalie realized that Sherri was always impulsive and unpredictable. On the other
hand, Sherri couldn’t
contain her excitement and eagerly awaited the whole story. The gossip was just too irresistible!
The moment she thought of it, she forwarded the photo to Hackett along with a voice message. She
said, “Tell Mr. Wilson that it’s Natalie who no longer wants him, not the other way around. Let him
protect that conniving woman, Mia, and let them live happily Hmph.”
Sherri remained fearless. Anyone who dared to bully her best friend was not even worth a second
thought. That scumbag. that pitiful excuse for a man.
Meanwhile, upon receiving the message, Hackett jumped up from his seat. He had been sitting next to
his mother, Joy. playing cards.
Since Hackett’s blind date with Sherri didn’t progress further, Joy, his mother, had been brainstorming
ways to keep him socially engaged. Whenever Hackett had free time, she would take him to socialize
with women, enjoy coffee together, or play cards.
After a few days, Hackett had met almost all the mothers in the circle. He had effectively become a
member of the Women’s Association, actively participating in their gatherings and events.
Joy’s masterful tactics were driving Hackett crazy. She had a clear objective: to pressure him into
bringing a serious girlfriend home and becoming a grandparent sooner rather than later.
Joy scolded and glared at him, saying. “What’s with all the dilly-dallying? What are you doing? Act
properly!”
Hackett scratched his head and explained. “Sorry, aunties. I have an urgent matter to attend to. I need
to make a phone call.”
Joy turned to Hackett, adding, “Make sure to come back once you’re done.”
“Got it,” he replied
Hackett stepped outside, and instead of calling Trevon directly, he dialed Frank’s number. “Hey, where
are you?” he asked.
Frank responded coolly. Where do you think I am
Hackett playfully remarked. “You have more than just Lithern Club in your portfolio. Why are you
always holed up there?”
Frank impatiently replied. “Just tell me what you want
Hackett glanced around and spoke hushedly. “Tve got some explosive news. Are you interested? 1
guarantee it’ll blow your mind”
A moment of silence followed before a composed voice came from the other end, “Did Mr. Wilson have
a fight or has he already divorced?”
Hackett remained silent for a moment, feeling disappointed. He thought, “Is there anything else I can
sell? Is this news really not valuable, or is Mr. Wilson no longer marketable? The news of Mr. Wilson’s
divorce seems to have spread widely.”
Hackett didn’t utter a word, and Frank wasted. time ending the call without courtesy
Frank knew something was wrong when he spotted Natalie with two large suitcases on a motorbike.
Clearly, she had packed all her belongings, indicating her departure for good
The only plausible explanation was that they had indeed divorced. A simple argument wouldn’t have
led to such a drastic step of packing everything.
He reached for a cigarette from his desk, trembling as he lit it and took a drag. Crossing his legs and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmpropping them up on the desk, he called Trevon, his voice filled with curiosity
Inhaling the smoke, he exhaled a smoke ring slowly. “Did you divorce her?” he asked Trevon
Upon hearing Frank’s words. Trevon felt confused. They had been arguing and experiencing some
unpleasant moments in the past few days, but how did it escalate to divorce? Besides, they hadn’t
even reached any deadlines they might have set.
“No, I did not.” Trevon replied.
Frank chuckled in response. “Well, why don’t you head home and find out? Don’t let your wife run away
while you’re busy making money.”
Irritated, Trevon retorted, “Is Lithern Club not busy today? Mind your own business.”
“My business at Lithern Club is doing just fine. Mind your own business,” Frank retorted before abruptly
ending the call. After the call. Trevon had a realization and told Jim. “Let’s head to Adare Manor.”
“Yes, Mr. Wilson.” Jim responded.
Trevon urged Jim to speed up in the car, exclaiming, “Can’t you step on the gas? Why are you driving
so slowly?”
Jim wondered. “What’s bothering him now? Did Mrs. Wilson provoke him again?”
Calmly, Jim increased the car’s speed, maintaining his composure.
Upon reaching their destination, Trevon hastily exited the vehicle. Sensing something was amiss, Jim
turned off the engine and followed him inside.
Immediately. Jim was overwhelmed by a horrendous odor that assaulted his senses upon entering.
Gasping for fresh air, he hurriedly stepped out to catch his breath.
Undeterred by the foul smell. Trevon covered his nose and ascended the stairs. In the guest room,
everything appeared pristine and orderly. However, there was no longer any women’s clothing in the
wardrobe-only the dresses and handbags. he had purchased, left untouched and abandoned
Trevon thought to himself, “It’s confirmed. She moved out She acted swiftly, just as she promised.
She’s quite determined.”
Regaining his composure and taking a deep breath, Jim reentered the room, covering his nose. He
proceeded to open all the windows. His gaze fixated on a red notebook on the coffee table, piquing his
curiosity. He extended his hand and opened it.
Jim’s mind raced as he discovered it was a divorce certificate-Mr. and Mrs. Wilson’s divorce certificate.
His thoughts. spiraled, rendering him speechless.
Recalling that Trevon hadn’t visited City Hall in the evening. Jim wondered, “How did they get divorced
at that time? Could it be some illusion or cloning technique? Since Mrs. Wilson mentioned the
significance of ordering numbers. I’ve delved into their profound meanings. Translated, 7:48 could
mean dying of anger Was it deliberately chosen to infuriate Mr. Wilson?”
Nervously. Jim mustered the courage to address the furious Trevon, “Um, Mr. Wilson, it seems… this is
your divorce certificate. The last three words trembled on his lips.
Trevon received the book with a fierce grip, his facial expression darkening, revealing his immense
displeasure.
Holding the red book tightly. Trevon commanded. “To the Wilson’s residence.”
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