All Chapters of Sorry, We're Divorced: Chapter 571 - Chapter 580

Christian rarely lit a cigarette, but now he did. He maintained his usual nonchalant, defiant expression.The police officer surveyed the scene—the shattered plates, the spilled food—and their brows furrowed. That's when Leonard stepped forward, eager to explain. "Officer, it's true! My bro is just trying to cheer up his future girlfriend! He even had the whole restaurant's plates and cups brought out for her to smash"The officer's face twitched. He glanced over at the row of waiters holding trays. What a waste of money.It did seem like some kind of bizarre relationship drama, but the officer wasn't entirely convinced. He turned to Noelle and asked, "Miss, is what he's saying true?”Noelle blinked her clear eyes and said, "Officer, I don't know what kind of 'relationship fun' he's talking about. This man has been pursuing me, and I've already rejected him. But he had me locked in here, saying I couldn't leave unless I agreed to date him."Her eyes blinked again, and this tim

At that moment, a knock came at the door of the private room.A waiter entered, carrying two bottles of whiskey. "Mr. Blackwood, these are from Mr. Lowe in the next room. He wishes you a happy future… perhaps with a specialist in family affairs."The waiter, oblivious to the meaning of the message, simply repeated Quentin's words. He placed the bottles on the table with a slight bow. "Would you like me to open them?" he asked Christian.A dark, intense anger flashed across Christian's features. He loosened his tie and sank into the couch, his tall frame tense. "Open them—why not?"The waiter calmly uncorked the bottles. "Enjoy."Noelle hadn't expected Quentin to pull a stunt like this. The fact that he was in the next room was no coincidence—it had to be deliberate.Before the waiter could leave, she stopped him and handed him a card. "Send the same bottles to Mr. Lowe and congratulate him on his upgrade to the specialist in family affairs."The waiter blinked, confused by t

As Lia spoke, she quickly pulled out her phone and dialed a number.The moment the call connected, her voice turned into a sob. "Michael, Elle, she—"Splash! Another glass of water drenched her head."Go ahead, tell him Noelle threw water at you again!" Noelle said, her cold eyes locked on Lia.This time, it wasn't water—it was fruit wine. An icy chill ran down Lia's body as the red liquid dripped from her hair, blurring her vision. On the verge of breaking down, she cried into the phone, "Michael... I don't want to live anymore..."She stood up and bolted from the restaurant.As she ran out, the reality of her pregnancy hit her like a jolt of lightning. This baby was far too precious—if she had another miscarriage, she might never have children again. Panic gripped her, and someone caught her as she lunged forward, nearly tripping over herself. Christian's hands steadied her. "Old lady, if you're going to fake an injury, at least do it right," he said in his usual lazy

"Sarah," Noelle's tone suddenly turned serious. "Don't mention my connection to Michael."Sarah nodded. "I know, I won't say a word!"Noelle gave a small nod. "Good."The window rolled up, cutting off the view of Noelle's striking features as the car drove away. Sarah got into her SUV and left as well.Meanwhile, Lia's frustration grew with every passing minute. As she drove away from the restaurant, she headed straight for the Xanthos residence.As Michael's mistress, Lia enjoyed a life of luxury, but she still hadn't fully secured her place. The Xanthos family's first and second wives had no regard for her, but Lia knew how to charm her way into people's good graces, especially Mabel. With a baby on the way, Mabel doted on her, and the household staff treated her with the utmost respect.Lia went directly to the house where Mabel lived. She didn't mention what had happened at the restaurant. Instead, she entered with a bright smile and pulled an ultrasound scan from her

On his way to Neon Nights, Stanley called up a few friends.In the private room, his friend, Gerald Davison, wasted no time asking, "Where've you been these past few days? We've been trying to reach you, but you've been MIA!"Another friend, Cliff Sherman, gave Stanley a once-over, taking in his sharp suit, neatly styled hair, and the gel holding it all in place. "All polished and proper. Did you go on a date or something?"Stanley tugged at his tie, sitting down on the couch with a serious expression. "The Xanthos family's little lady is going to be my wife."Gerald raised an eyebrow. "The Xanthos family? As in the big-shot medical family?"Stanley nodded. "Who else? Do you think there's another Xanthos family with a daughter worthy of me?"Gerald let out a low whistle, then burst into laughter. He playfully slapped Stanley on the shoulder. "Man, you've hit the jackpot. You're marrying into a high-class family! So, how's the girl? She must be pretty, right?"None of Stanley's