All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

As soon as Noelle left, Janet picked up the bag and swung it at Quentin with all her might. "You're unbelievable; you had such a wonderful wife, yet you just had to neglect her! If you even think about marrying Xyla Cadwell, I'll tear you apart! You little shit!"Quentin simply shielded his head with his arm, making no attempt to evade his mother's blows as she took her frustration out on him. When she exhausted herself and was catching her breath, he straightened up and asked, "What's wrong with Xyla? At least she won't let your jewelry collect dust in the cabinet.""Why are you still pushing my buttons, you little shit?" Janet's temper flared again, and she raised her tattered bag to hit him again. But he was already out of reach.…Meanwhile, Gabriel rushed into the bidding site for the Southport project with the revised bid that had been hastily drafted by his team based on the bid price provided by Xyla. However, when the winning bid was announced, he was dumbfounded, as the

"Just so you know, this was on my mind the whole time I was in the Utopia States. But their take on it just doesn't compare to the real thing back home," Zion said with gravitas.Noelle's eyes crinkled. "Even the one I had in Collinview couldn't compare to this."He smiled. "It looks like we really do have similar tastes!" She fell silent. The pizzeria was hosting a lottery to celebrate its tenth anniversary. Neither Noelle nor Zion had been paying much attention to it. However, all of a sudden, they heard an announcement. "Congratulations to the customers at table number six! You're the lucky winners of our draw! Could the couple at table number six please come forward to claim your prize?"Both Noelle and Zion were caught off guard. Noelle hadn't paid attention to the host's choice of words; she was just very surprised to have somehow won the prize. Zion, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He smiled and said, "I'll go!" He stood up and walked over to the stage, his dark blue

Lydia stomped her foot. "She should be the one to pay for the repairs!"Chance frowned. "She's my cousin's wife!"Lydia froze. Then, she pouted and fell silent. The driver drove her car away, and Chance gave Noelle a curt nod before leaving with Lydia. Just then, Lorraine arrived. "Is it over?" she asked, glancing at the two retreating figures.Noelle responded offhandedly, "That's Quentin's cousin and his mistress."Lorraine tugged at the corner of her lips. Then, it curled into a derisive smile. All the men in the Lowe family were indeed cut from the same cloth. With a smile, she said, "Well, all that matters is that you're okay. I'll have to be careful not to talk to you while you're driving from now on."Lorraine turned to inspect Noelle's car, noting a small dent in the front but nothing too serious. "Do you want to take it in for repairs?" she asked, looking back at her.Noelle looked puzzled as she asked, "Say, why do they always seem to go after married men? Is it rea

Zion was just about to get into the car when he received a call from Quentin. "Don't you dare move a muscle, Zion Jenkins!" he said menacingly as he stood at the entrance to the café.Zion was torn, unsure whether to get in or not. Noelle noticed his hesitation, glanced at Quentin, and understood what was going on. Her temper flared as she wondered who gave him the right to treat her like this.Without saying a word, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Ms. Cadwell, I hope you'll be able to keep your fiancé in check. He's currently harassing his ex-wife!" Across from her, Zion burst into laughter. "This is getting good," he mused. His gaze shifted to the man at the entrance, and he noticed his expression hardening. …In the hospital, Xyla's face lost all its color as Noelle's words sank in. She was so rattled that she struggled to breathe. With trembling hands, she ended the call with Noelle and tried to reach Quentin, but he declined her call after a couple of rings.

And just like that, the couple arrived at Harmony Creek. When she was about to get out of the car, Noelle glared at Quentin, who was in the driver's seat. "I'll be waiting for you at the courthouse first thing tomorrow, Quentin! You'd better be there or else!"Quentin arched his brow and asked indifferently, "Or else what?"Her anger boiled over. After getting out of the car, she kicked the understated yet luxurious vehicle before storming upstairs. The loud thud of her kick at the car made his heart skip a beat. He smoked a cigarette inside before he got out and went upstairs.Noelle replayed the events of the day at the courthouse in her mind. She remembered submitting all the necessary paperwork. Then, Yvette called. Right after she finished the call, Quentin handed her the divorce certificate.Right, it was Quentin who had handed her the divorce certificate, not the staff. So, he must've prepared a fake divorce certificate ahead of time to give it to her at the courthouse. And