All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"It's none of my business!" Quentin snapped, yanking at his tie. He strode over to his Bentley, opened the door, and got in.Martin was tongue-tied. Quentin must have had too much to drink, he surmised. Otherwise, no man, especially one as prominent as Quentin, would ever harass a woman on the street, let alone his wife.After getting into the car, Martin thought about the news he had just heard, and he pondered how to break it to Quentin. "Mr. Lowe, I have a friend who works at the police station. He said the officers arrested two thugs a few days ago, and those thugs…" He glanced at Quentin's expression and hesitated. "Well, what are you waiting for? Spit it out!" Quentin found his hesitation annoying and felt even more irritated.Martin's heart skipped a beat. He raised his voice and blabbered, "On the night of the 8th, there was a robbery at a studio called Luminary Studios. T-The thugs also tried to assault the studio's female owner! The owner managed to escape by smashing

Noelle was surprised when he took her to the club's basement, where she found the two thugs who had hurt her tied to pillars.Quentin let go of her hand. "I just got these two out of the police station. I'm going to make them pay for hurting you." Handing them over to the police for a few years in prison was far too lenient.Noelle was surprised that he would punish the thugs outside of the official legal system. Moreover, he seemed to be well-acquainted with the club's menacing-looking owner. Suddenly, she realized how dangerous this man was. "What are you going to do?"His tender gaze landed on her. "Whatever you want.""Castrate them!" she said before walking out. She didn't want to listen to the screams that were about to come.Quentin smirked and instructed one of the men in black, "You heard her; castrate them. Then, hack off their hands and toss 'em into the sea!" Whenever he thought about how they had tried to rape his woman, a dark, murderous rage flared in his eyes.

Noelle's expression turned cold as her gaze landed on the man. "What are you doing here?"Quentin gazed at her pretty face. "I'm looking for a new place for your studio. It's time to move." His dark eyes locked onto hers. Her brows knitted as she couldn't understand what this man was up to again. "Why?""Gabriel's friend's company is here; you know what I'm worried about." He looked at her calmly, and his tone left no room for discussion. First thing in the morning, Martin informed him that Gabriel had visited the building that day to meet with a friend who owned a small business there. Exasperated, she chuckled mirthlessly. "In that case, I think Ms. Cadwell's office building is quite nice. Why don't you talk to her about renting me a space?" Not long ago, Quentin had given Xyla a ten-story office building, which she had proudly flaunted to her. He was stumped because he hadn't expected her to use this against him. Also, he had no idea how she had gotten her hands on those recei

Quentin found her question a little amusing. "Of course. How could I call myself your husband if I don't protect you and stand up for you?"Noelle smiled, and her eyes twinkled even more brightly. She raised her glass. "Then, here's to a happy relationship!""Cheers!" Quentin raised his glass as well.Just then, there was a knock on the door to the private dining room, and a waitress opened the door. "Ma'am, your friend is asking for you outside."Noelle had a knowing smile on her face. This "friend" had to be none other than Xyla. Perfect timing—she had been waiting for her as well."Excuse me for a moment." Noelle flashed a smile at Quentin. He was awestruck. "Hurry back!" he called after her, annoyed at the person who was interrupting their moment.Noelle left with her phone. Walking through the corridor at the back of the restaurant, she spotted a figure clad in white standing beside the lotus pond, glaring at her. "I didn't think you'd dare to show up, you bitch!" Xyla sai

Lorraine snuffed out the cigarette and looked desolate once again.Noelle was aware that beneath her seemingly jovial exterior, there lay a heart beset by sorrow. "Is it because he doesn't want to marry you?" she asked tentatively. Lorraine scoffed. "I won't ever get married! Men are all the same—nothing but trouble!" She had an abortion for him, stood by him for ten years, gave him the best years of her life, and what did she get in return? Noelle couldn't agree more. Men were nothing but trouble! "Here's to the truth we both see!" She raised her glass and clinked it with Lorraine's. …Meanwhile, Xyla's asthma symptoms had been brought under control at the hospital. Yet, tears still streaked her cheeks as she gazed plaintively at the man standing solemnly beside her bed. "Quint, I-I didn't mean to…" she murmured, her face buried in her hands, and her shoulders trembling with each sob.She couldn't believe that Noelle would have the nerve to record their conversation. She woul