Xyla took out the contents from her file and spread them out one by one on the desk. It was a series of invoices of various origins and titles, all signed by Quentin in the "payer" section.Most of the invoices were for jewelry, with dates ranging from a few years ago to the present. A rough calculation showed they were worth several billion dollars.Amanda calculated the cost of the bags and clothes, totaling about 500 thousand dollars. There were also two real estate: one was a luxury penthouse costing over 30 million dollars, and the other was a ten-story commercial building in the most bustling district of Dragfort, with a total value of five billion dollars.The transaction for the commercial building took place only a week earlier."Quint said this commercial building is for me to collect rent from," Xyla said, her eyes scanning Noelle's face, hoping to catch her moment of emotional breakdown.Her properties might be fewer in number, but they could generate money. With ten
"Ella," Noelle called out as she entered Ella's office and sat down across from her. She took the stack of invoices from her bag and placed them on the table."Can we use these to sue Quentin and Xyla?"Noelle wasn't interested in money; she just wanted to create trouble for the two. She still remembered what Quentin had said to her the day before. "Noelle, are you satisfied now?"He had spoken as if he believed she was so evil that she couldn't stand Xyla being happy and wanted to ruin her. She couldn't help feeling wronged.The more she thought about it, the more she wanted the lawsuit to proceed quickly. She couldn't wait to see them both in an awkward situation, especially Quentin.Ella replied, "More than enough. Listen up, girl!"On the day when she had seen Noelle at John's place, she knew she was extraordinary, but she hadn't expected her to be the rumored "Mrs. Lowe".Everybody knew that "Mrs. Lowe" was chosen by the elders while Xyla was the apple of Quentin's eye.
"Mr. Lowe, it's time for you to go to the hospital for your IV treatment," Martin reminded Quentin.Feeling the discomfort in his body, Quentin stood up and said, "Let's go."On the way to the hospital, they came to a roadblock.Quentin instructed, "Go and check out what's going on up front."Martin went to investigate and quickly returned, saying, "Mr. Lowe, it's Mrs. Lowe's car; she's been in a rear-end collision."Quentin's brows tightened.After leaving the supermarket, Noelle was on her way back home when a Volkswagen suddenly changed lanes on her left and cut her off. She couldn't react in time, resulting in a rear-end collision.Although the other driver was at fault, he was being aggressive. He grabbed her by the collar and demanded 100 thousand dollars for compensation, acting quite arrogantly.That was when Gabriel appeared. He got out of a Cayenne, his sturdy figure moving swiftly, and grabbed the man's hand, flinging him aside."Talk if you need to, but there's no
Right then, jealousy welled up in Quentin's chest as he pulled Noelle into his Bentley, shoving her into the driver's seat before slamming the door shut and climbing into the front passenger seat himself."I'm an ugly potato, and Gabriel is your white knight. Is that it?" he questioned with a harsh tone.She rolled her eyes and replied, "Mr. Lowe, are you blind? Can't you see he was just helping me?"She couldn't fathom how he got these absurd ideas from. A white knight? She'd only met Gabriel today.Quentin retorted, "You have poor driving skills. If he's helping you, he's doing you a disservice!"Thinking back to the way Gabriel was talking to Noelle, Quentin could feel his anger flaring up. Although he knew it was the other driver who had abruptly changed lanes and caused the collision, he still said it that way."Fine, fine!" she said.She was done arguing with him. Sure, she wasn't the best driver, but didn't he see how carefully and diligently she drove every time?"Ms. C
Quentin reluctantly stretched out his right hand.Noelle tied a band around the back of his hand, gave it a tap to find a vein, and then inserted the needle.He yelled out in pain as his hand jerked violently."Do you even know how to do this?" he exclaimed.The needle almost made him jump off the bed.Embarrassed, she said, "Mr. Lowe, you're the one who asked me to do this! I studied clinical medicine, not nursing. If you want me to play nurse, I can't promise perfection."She knew the process of administering an IV but wasn't any good at it.Quentin was tongue-tied. He couldn't admit that he didn't know about that. He assumed that anyone who studied medicine could administer IVs.Nevertheless, the needle was in place, and the blood return was normal.She applied some medical tape to secure it but noticed that he was staring at a specific spot on her."Where are you looking?" she snapped.Quentin wore an indifferent expression when he replied, "Aren't you exposing it for pe
Quentin suddenly grabbed Noelle's wrist. With just a little force, he pulled her down onto his chest."Really? Do you seriously think I'm only hard-mouthed and not anywhere else?"He held her lower back with his left hand, keeping her from getting up.With her laying on him, their bodies pressed together through the thin fabric of their clothes. She could feel the changes in his body.Looking into his meaningful eyes, she felt her cheeks burning like she was on fire. She felt both embarrassed and panicked."Let go of me!" she exclaimed.He still couldn't behave when getting an IV; she knew she shouldn't have cared for him.Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside. Then, Martin walked in and froze when he saw the scene inside the room."How can he be so witless?" Quentin grumbled internally before letting go of Noelle's waist.All flustered and blushing, she quickly got up. Her heart was racing as she thought, "What a dog of a man. He's utterly shameless!""I'm so
"Mrs. Lowe," the security guard from earlier greeted Noelle politely."The actual 'Mrs. Lowe' is right here. Let's see how that other woman can pretend now!" he thought."Hello," Noelle replied with courtesy.As she looked up, she noticed a figure dressed in white standing not far away. It was Xyla. Her slender frame was wrapped in a long dress, and her red lips were pouting. Her narrowed eyes glared at Noelle. She was clearly angry about something.Noelle didn't want to engage with her, so she took out her phone to message Summer, asking where she was. Summer was supposed to pick her up soon after meeting some friends nearby."Noelle, don't you have any shame?" Xyla burst out, shouting at Noelle furiously."I've told you so many times that Quint doesn't love you! Why are you sticking around? Are you dense? Don't you know that you're the third party now?"Noelle's lips twitched with anger at her nonsense.She refuted, "Xyla, do you seriously not realize who's the third party
One Night's Stand was the name of the nightclub.Martin was trying to figure out what to cook for Quentin because the only thing he could make was boxed pasta, but then Quentin told him to drive him to One Night's Stand.Immediately, he perked up and grabbed the car keys to get the car ready.Noelle blinked, and Summer was nowhere to be seen. As she wondered where her friend had gone, she turned around and bumped into someone dressed as a monster.She quickly apologized, but the man cornered her against the wall and said, "Hey, pretty. Let me show you something cool."He acted like he was presenting a treasure as he reached toward his waist and flashed out his manhood.Noelle's eyes widened in shock."Who wants to see your filthy stuff?" said a stern male voice from behind before he grabbed the sleazy man's shoulder.Then, she saw Quentin swinging his fist, knocking off the man's mask and sending him staggering.It turned out to be a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face. He