You’re no longer Mrs. Warren.
Don’t you think what you’re doing is really vicious?"
Faye Townsend raised her eyebrows: "Vicious? I quite like that word now.
You better rember, from now on, I’m going to use vicious ans to deal with you.
In my view, this is called an eye for an eye.
Besides, Hunter Warren just told that he hasn’t signed the divorce agreent yet.
So, for now, you’re still the mistress, you tramp."
"Impossible."
"I hope it’s impossible too.
After all, as you can see, I’m now soone who enjoys the shade of a big tree.
If this marriage isn’t dissolved, it would be quite troubleso for too.
So, go back and use all your ’gentle and charming’ thods to get Hunter Warren to finalize the divorce.
I’m sure you wouldn’t want to feel like your title of Mrs. Warren could fall off at any mont, would you?"
After saying this, Faye Townsend calmly tossed the paper towel into the wastebasket and left.
She didn’t return to the venue but instead left crying, covering her cheek in front of a few socialites entering the restroom.
Those socialites saw Zenia Yates inside when they entered the restroom.
The news of Zenia hitting Faye spread quickly.
Hunter Warren also did not return to the venue.
He left directly from the lounge.
When Oliver Turner followed the sound of the gossip, he couldn’t find any trace of Faye Townsend.
He picked up his phone and called Faye Townsend.
Faye didn’t answer for a long ti.
Oliver Turner was so frustrated that he almost smashed his phone on the ground.
Xavier ca out and couldn’t help but mock his appearance.
"Even the mighty President Turner gets stood up sotis.
Suddenly, I feel like kneeling in admiration to that woman, Faye."
Oliver Turner shot him a glance: "Stop talking, go inside and take pictures of the painting that Clara wants for ."
As he was about to leave, Xavier asked, "What about you, where are you going?"
"Do I need to report to you?" Oliver Turner’s voice lifted slightly.
Xavier gave a wicked smile, "No need, President Turner, take your ti."
Watching him get into the car and leave, Xavier folded his arms; this Oliver Turner kid is a bit dangerous.
Faye Townsend walked a long way until she couldn’t walk anymore, then took a cab back to the hotel.
Because she was sowhat dazed, she didn’t realize that a black Lexus had been following her all along.
Until she entered the hotel, the Lexus remained parked without moving an inch for a long ti.
The person in the car quietly smoked a cigar, his expression not at ease.
After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Let’s go, back to the villa."
"Yes, Second Master."
Once inside the room, Faye Townsend slowly walked to the bed and sat down.
She opened her bag and took out a ring identical to the one she had just given to Hunter Warren from the side pocket.
She slowly put the ring on her finger and examined it.
"Grandma, don’t worry, even though I can’t continue the legacy of the Townsend Family as a daughter-in-law with this ring,
but... I’ll make sure the descendants of the Townsend Family will continue to do this.
I’m really sorry for disappointing you."
Her thumb gently stroked the ring.
It gave her an inexplicable sense of peace.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door.
"Faye, Faye, are you there?"
Faye quickly took off the ring and stuffed it back into the side pocket of her bag.
She got up and went to the door to open it.
Oliver Turner looked at her displeased: "Why didn’t you pick up my calls?
Don’t tell you didn’t hear them; I called more than ten tis.
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