Elara Don pursed her lips and typed a line.
"This Cole Hawke is no gentleman. He’s been threatening . I’m now thinking of a way to find dirt on him, so..."
An idea popped into her head, but she needed an accomplice to execute it.
She had no connections in Country F, but Helen did.
So, she hoped Helen could help her.
"Isn’t it easy to find dirt on Cole Hawke? I could just dig up his past scandals. Wasn’t he really fat before? I’ll just post those pictures of him looking like a ball online for everyone to see."
Helen sent this ssage over.
Elara replied, "That’s not really dirt, Helen. I have an idea, need your help?"
"Is it a honey trap?"
"Yes! I want you to find a woman to seduce him, then take their photos, and accuse him of assaulting a woman. How does that sound?"
On the other end, Helen stared at her screen speechless.
She typed after a long pause, "Charlotte, I didn’t expect you to be so ruthless!"
"I have no choice. He’s threatening ! I need the evidence to negotiate with him!"
Elara stuck out her tongue and replied.
"What exactly did he do to you?"
"I’ll tell you later. Just tell if you’ll help?"
Elara typed a line.
"Are you treating like a pimp?"
Helen typed several exclamation marks.
Elara chuckled lightly, sending a few playful emojis over.
"Let think about it."
Helen replied.
"Alright, I’ll be waiting for your update."
Elara set down her phone and took a deep breath.
She didn’t want to be so ruthless either, but Cole Hawke was making her life difficult.
She hoped to get dirt on him and turn the tables.
...
Sea City.
Houghton Club.
Wright Landers woke up the completely drunk Craig Landers.
"Bro, what’s up?"
Craig rubbed his aching temples and sat up from the bed.
His gaze inadvertently landed on the woman beside him, abruptly clearing his muddled thoughts.
"Who are you, and why are you in my bed?"
The woman sat up, covering her chest, looking shy.
"Mr. Landers, I’m Ramona, don’t you rember? Last night, we..."
Last night, the two of them...
Craig’s head throbbed, fragnts of mories flickering in his mind.
He rembered everything!
Leia Quinn had cheated on him. In a fit of rage, he went to the club and drank.
And then...
"Get out, hurry up!"
Craig’s eyes were red as he told the woman to leave quickly.
The woman hurriedly put on her clothes and left swiftly.
Wright watched the scene, expressionless, "Your issues with Leia Quinn are all over the internet. Mom wants you to go back once."
What!
Craig was startled, threw on his clothes, and went to get his phone.
His phone was dead. Annoyed, he got out of bed, found a charger, and plugged it in.
"Bro, what’s the news? Is it suppressed yet?"
"Take a look yourself."
Wright handed him the phone, "Leia Quinn cheated on you, but there’s no need to get revenge so soon, right? Even if you do, don’t be so blatant."
This brother of his had a completely different style from his own.
If it were him, he’d definitely bear a grudge, but he wouldn’t retaliate like this.
Just like Selena Taylor, he would definitely torture her slowly, deal with her slowly, make her regret cheating!
"I..."
Craig gazed at the news on his phone, his brows furrowed.
He only wanted to drink yesterday, didn’t recall inviting the woman in to accompany him.
So annoying.
Craig returned the phone to Wright, got dressed, got out of bed, and turned on his phone.
Over ten missed calls.
Craig looked at Leia Quinn’s na and sighed.
A night had passed, his mood was still bad, but his emotions weren’t so intense anymore.
"You should go back to the family ho. I have work, I’ll go ahead."
Wright indicated for Craig to go while he focused on work.
Craig nodded, hurriedly freshened up, left the club, and drove back to the family ho.
The car sped along, and as he passed a winding road, he glanced at the onlookers before averting his gaze.
He thought soone else had an accident, never imagined it would be his own wife.
Back at the family ho, his mother was sitting on the sofa in a daze.
Craig changed his shoes and called out, "Mom."
"Craig, really, how can you turn off your phone? Oh my, you sll terrible, how much did you drink?"
His mother waved her hand, looking disgusted.
Craig forced a smile, "Sorry, Mom, for worrying you. I’ll go change my clothes right away."
"Okay, hurry up. After you change, I have sothing to tell you."
His mother glanced at Craig, her expression sowhat complex.
Craig curved his lips, about to head upstairs, when he spotted a divorce agreent on the table, his step faltering.
"Mom, whose divorce papers are those?"
Could it be his brother and Selena Taylor getting divorced?
His mother moved her lips, "It’s your divorce agreent with Leia Quinn. She’s already signed it."
What!
Craig’s face changed, he spun around and strode towards the coffee table.
He picked up the divorce papers, leafed through them, his face darkening ominously.
"Mom, who prepared these divorce papers? Was it her?"
This woman did him wrong, yet she was so brisk!
Divorcing him?
Then, going back to her childhood sweetheart?
"Craig, don’t worry about who prepared it. She embarrassed you and shad our Landers family. We need to cut ties with such a woman."
His mother spoke to Craig.
Craig’s brows furrowed deeply, "So, this divorce agreent was prepared by you? Mom, I’ll handle my own affairs."
"How will you handle it? Craig, I know you’re soft-hearted, she’ll probably beg you a bit and you’ll forgive her! But doesn’t it bother you? It definitely bothers you, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone to the club last night!"
His mother held Craig’s hand, "Son, Mom is helping you make a decision, and she’s really brisk, without any sentint."
Leia Quinn was truly without sentint!
Craig pursed his lips tightly, crumpled the divorce papers and tossed them in the trash.
He needed to see this heartless woman first.
Ask her if she ever loved him!
"Craig, where are you going?"
"Mom, I’m going back to my place."
"Craig, listen to Mom, finalize the divorce with Leia Quinn sooner."
Behind him ca his mother’s urging, Craig’s face was cloudy.
Sitting in the car, he found Leia Quinn’s number and dialed directly.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off."
She’s powered off too!
Craig’s face turned gloomy again.
He flipped through a few unread ssages, finding one from Leia Quinn.
"Craig, where are you? Can you co back and have a good talk? If you feel you can’t accept the current , we can divorce."
How carefree.
Turns out divorce wasn’t his mother’s wish.
His newlywed wife thought the sa!
Craig pursed his lips tightly, tossed his phone aside, started the car, and sped away.
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