Xyla spoke with innocent eyes and a gentle tone as if she genuinely cared.Noelle smirked and mocked, "Xyla, spare me the act. Quentin isn't here." She couldn't bear her scheming demeanor.Xyla always acted delicate and vulnerable. She scoffed and dropped her disguise. "How dare you talk to me like that? Quentin's about to marry me. You'll be a lowly concubine by then!"Oh, by the way. You never wore a wedding dress when you married Quentin, did you? Are you curious about how ours look?"It's the latest custom design from Poyais, one-of-a-kind, worth nearly 100 million dollars! How about that? Are you jealous?" Xyla boasted arrogantly.The wedding of Quentin and Noelle took place over a family dinner rather than a formal ceremony. Xyla intended to provoke Noelle on purpose.In fact, Xyla had lied about the wedding gown from Poyais. Quentin hadn't even brought up wedding apparel with her!Noelle felt a painful sting. Obsessed with her love for Quentin, she had quietly tied the
At that moment, Dennis walked in."Looks like someone's true colors are showing, huh?" he remarked and sat on Quentin's bed, casting a sideway glance at him. Quentin instructed, "Delete it." Martin didn't know what was in Quentin's mind, but he must have seen through Xyla's true nature by now. He deleted the recording footage with a tap of his finger. Dennis continued, "You don't want to marry Xyla. Yet you're reluctant to divorce your wife. So, you came up with this self-destructive plan?"And you're supposed to be the smartest one among us. Nothing has ever stumped you since childhood!"Martin couldn't help but wonder. "A self-destructive plan?" He looked at Quentin in surprise, realizing he had staged the collision. No wonder the accident appeared odd!"Got any cigarettes?" Quentin asked while extending his hand.Dennis gave him a disdainful look and retorted, "Not pretending anymore?" Quentin's injuries weren't as serious as the doctors had made them out to be, but the
John wished he could have been born a few years later or that Noelle could have been born a few years earlier. Noelle stepped out of the car at the entrance and walked over. John approached to greet her, looking dashing in his white attire. Indeed, John was a charming man. "Hey, Jo!" Noelle greeted him warmly. John secretly wished she had called him by his name. "Hey! Did the divorce proceedings go smoothly?" John's words always carried a comforting warmth. Noelle smiled awkwardly and sighed, "They're on hold for now. Quentin had a car accident and is hospitalized." John remained silent, not pressing for further details. Together, they walked to the gazebo in the yard.John's house was a rustic elegance-style villa built ten years ago during the initial development of Dragfort City. The structure's facade and the courtyard's layout exuded a classical appeal with a serene ambiance.In the gazebo, two couples, both John's former classmates from Collinview University, were a
As Noelle reached out for a skewer, John stopped her gently."Careful, it's hot!" he cautioned, wrapping the iron skewer in a few napkins before handing it to her. Outside, Xyla and her close friend Layla drove past. She happened to glance over and watch the scene. Xyla was taken aback when she realized the woman being cared for by the man was none other than Noelle.Rumors had it John had taken Noelle to the hospital when she was unwell the last time. Furthermore, he had turned over his mansion to Noelle for her studio.Why was he being so nice to her? Could it be that they're having an affair?"Isn't that Noelle?" Xyla asked.Layla instantly pulled over and peered into the yard. "It looks like her!" she said, rolling down the window and taking a picture of the pair in the yard to show Xyla."Xy, what if we post this photo online? Quentin would divorce her on the spot!" Layla suggested. Xyla looked at the photo and casually commented, "But with all those people in the pictur
Knowing John's gentle nature, he would undoubtedly handle the matter seriously."Stop here. I'll go in and have a look," Xyla instructed Layla as they passed the Stille Industries building.Layla complied and parked the car by the roadside. Xyla, in her four-inch heels, elegantly made her way inside.She approached the reception with an air of authority and inquired, "Is Mr. Lowe available?"The receptionist instantly recognized Xyla, accustomed to her usual gentle and harmless demeanor. However, today, Xyla appeared unusually authoritative.The receptionist couldn't help but wonder if it was because of her impending marriage to Quentin or if she had always been this way. Recently, rumors circulated throughout the company that Quentin was divorcing Noelle in order to marry Xyla."I'm sorry, Ms. Cadwell, but Mr. Lowe hasn't been in the office these past few days," the receptionist politely informed her.Xyla asked urgently, "Do you know where he is?"The receptionist shook her h
"Okay." Xyla bit her lip and nodded obediently before leaving the ward.Quentin patiently explained, "Xyla suffered a severe asthma attack the other day, and her condition was critical. In the heat of the moment, I blurted out that I would marry her. But the truth is, I didn't mean what I said."Janet scoffed. "You know what? Whether you meant it or not, it doesn't matter! The fact remains that your words hit hard out there."What about Elle? It's no wonder she's seeking solace with someone like John. If I were her, I'd pick him too—a gentleman over this mess any day—and live like royalty away from all this chaos!"Quentin felt a pang in his heart, wondering if he was Janet's actual son."I don't know how the news got out. I haven't even broached the topic of divorce with Noelle. If anything, it was her idea to relocate the company to Southern City and settle there!" Quentin exclaimed."What? Settle in Southern City?"Janet's shock turned quickly into anger. She rose abruptly fr
As Quentin swiftly closed WhatsApp on his phone, the car pulled outside Noelle's apartment building. Ignoring Martin's attempt to help him, Quentin stepped out of the car and strode toward the entrance.He stepped into the elevator, reached Noelle's door, and knocked firmly. Noelle answered the door and saw the pale-faced man standing outside. She hesitated."Mr. Lowe, is something wrong?" Noelle asked.Quentin furrowed his brows. He pushed the door with his hand, attempting to step inside. Noelle blocked him with her arm."Let's talk here," she said, knowing Quentin was likely here to confront her.After all, the scandal inflicted harm not only on her and John but also tarnished Quentin's reputation as her husband."Let's go inside. I'm injured and can't stand for long." Quentin's voice was weak, and he appeared visibly drained. Noelle knew Quentin wasn't lying about his injuries. She reluctantly loosened her grip on the door and allowed him to come in.Once he stepped inside
In other words, Xyla hadn't ridden in the car before. Noelle hesitated for a second and then slid into the backseat.It didn't take long for them to arrive at John's villa. As the car pulled up onto the driveway, the butler hurried over to greet them. "Mr. and Mrs. Lowe, welcome!"Quentin got out of the car and straightened his suit, his face somber as he headed into the house. Noelle fell in step behind him and soon found herself standing in an ornate living room.John was the portrait of elegance as he sat on the couch. Layla and her father, Aloysius Lewis, stood in the middle of the living room with several imposing bodyguards behind them.Tears glistened in Layla's eyes as Aloysius delivered another slap on her red and swollen cheek. "You stupid bitch! How could you go around dragging Mr. and Mrs. Lowe's names through the dirt? I'll beat you to death if it's the last thing I do!" he snarled.Noelle couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath. She didn't expect Layla to be the on