Chapter 75


    After Natalie had left. Gage, the butler, brought a ss of milk to Theo in his study.


    “Mr. Theo, it was already 8:30 in the evening. Please, drink this ss 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 ss 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 tter, and yet he couldn’t handle it properly,”


    hemented


    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.


    All content is ? N0velDrama.Org.


    Bncing the two suitcases, Natalie entered the suite, instantly noticing two pairs of women’s slippers


    arranged neatly on


    the shoe rack.


    Pondering 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.


    ncing around swiftly, she discovered all the essential daily necessities readily avable. The


    refrigerator stood stocked with groceries, and on the dining table, numerous packets of noodles and


    durian, apanied 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 asionally. I’ve taken care of


    everything for you. Rest early and avoid lengthy conversations with Sherri,“


    cing 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, shended another 8,000 dors 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 dors


    rs per month.


    A few minutester, Edward received the money and replied joyfully, saying, “That’s a great return.


    Thank you!” Natalie responded, “Thank you,ndlord!”


    Afterward, she snapped a photo of the divorce certificate for Sherri. Attached to the picture, she wrote,


    “Sherri, I’m finally


    free!”


    Just momentster, 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. ying 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 y cards.


    After a few days, Hackett had met almost all the mothers in the circle. He had effectively be 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 bing a grandparent sooner rather thanter.


    Joy scolded and red at him, saying. “What’s with all the dilly-dallying? What are you doing? Act


    properly!”


    Hackett scratched his head and exined. “Sorry, aunties. I have an urgent matter to attend to. I need


    to make a phone call.”


    Joy turned to Hackett, adding, “Make sure toe 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 yfully 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 nced 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 aposed 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 tworge suitcases on a motorbike.


    Clearly, she had packed all her belongings, indicating her departure for good


    The only usible exnation 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


    propping 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 escte 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, eximing, “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 hisposure.


    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 hisposure 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. Tranted, 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. Thest 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. Trevonmanded. “To the Wilson’s residence.”