Alexander Johnson, after this birthday banquet, even if they don’t kill you a thousand tis, they’ll kill you at least eight hundred.
By that ti, what Selene Wilson—the eldest daughter of the Wilson Family—thinks won’t matter anymore.
The Wilson Family, this kind of prominent and influential household, will definitely co knocking on the Johnson Family’s door demanding an explanation.
"Rember, tonight you need to record this good show and upload it online—the more people who see it, the better. Oh, and isn’t Chloe Simpson planning to divorce Lucas Hughes? Perfect, use this opportunity to get Lucas to agree."
Finally, Gabriella Dyer rembered Chloe Simpson and Lucas Hughes’s divorce matter and spoke again to give instructions.
"...Madam, if that happens, Chloe Simpson and Lucas Hughes will be divorced. Then later, we won’t be able to use Chloe’s identity as a married woman to leverage against the Eldest Young Master."
Mark hesitated for a mont and reminded from the side.
"I’m saying get Lucas Hughes to agree. I didn’t say they need to divorce imdiately. Signing the divorce agreent will suffice. Doesn’t the Civil Affairs Bureau require a one-month cooling-off period for divorces?"
"After submitting the signed divorce agreent to the Civil Affairs Bureau, have him reveal everything about the wedding night to Chloe Simpson and shift all the bla onto Alexander Johnson."
Gabriella Dyer genuinely couldn’t wait any longer and decided to lay out all the previous plans at once.
"Madam, should we expose the wedding night matter now as well? Isn’t it too soon? Shouldn’t we wait a bit longer? Besides, Lucas Hughes has been acting this whole ti, and he and Chloe Simpson haven’t completely divorced yet. I’m afraid he won’t agree that easily."
Mark, who had been closely interacting with Lucas Hughes during this ti, felt that Lucas wouldn’t agree so readily based on what he knew of him.
Gabriella Dyer smirked disdainfully. "Tell him to do everything according to my instructions. Add another fifty thousand this month for him."
"Got it, Madam."
Upon hearing this, Mark didn’t say anything further and imdiately called Lucas Hughes.
Indeed, Lucas Hughes was precisely the kind of person who loved money.
On Alexander Johnson’s side, he remained entirely unaware of Gabriella Dyer’s impending actions.
But even now, he was no longer worried about what Gabriella might do regarding the alliance between the Wilson Family and the Johnson Family.
After all, he had already made ample preparations on Selene Wilson’s end.
The results of the investigation Jack Woods conducted concerning Selene Wilson were already in.
As for Chloe Simpson, she was consud with worry over her divorce with Lucas Hughes.
At present, all she could think about was finalizing the divorce procedures with Lucas as soon as possible.
In the past few days, whether she called or ssaged Lucas Hughes, he didn’t pick up or reply.
With no other choice, Chloe decided to intercept Lucas Hughes after work.
The next day, after work, she went directly to the reproductive dicine departnt.
Although she knew very well that Lucas Hughes hated this sort of approach, it didn’t matter. If it made him despise her even more, then the divorce could proceed more smoothly.
Sure enough, when Chloe Simpson showed up at Lucas Hughes’s departnt office to confront him, the mont Lucas saw her, his face imdiately darkened.
Without saying a single word, he shot her a cold, cutting gaze and stord off in a fury.
After leaving the clinic, Chloe followed him to his car. He slamd the gas pedal, driving far away until he ca to a stop at a small alley intersection.
"It’s about the divorce again, right?" He cut the engine and directly confronted Chloe.
"Yes," Chloe nodded.
"Great, Chloe Simpson, it seems you really like Alexander Johnson. Isn’t it just because he’s the Crown Prince of the Capital Circle with riches, power, and influence? Fine, I’ll give you what you want! Where’s the divorce agreent? You’re so desperate to divorce ; I’m sure the papers are always on you."
Lucas Hughes’s face was grim, as if he’d reached his breaking point, finally erupting.
In reality, he was inwardly thrilled.
After all, it was just signing a divorce agreent—easy enough to pocket an extra fifty thousand this month. Why not?
"...It’s here."
Chloe had no inkling of the truth and was filled with concern for Lucas Hughes.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the wrenching pain in her heart, then reached into her bag to retrieve the divorce agreent.
"All done."
Lucas Hughes didn’t even bother to glance at it, signing the divorce agreent on the spot.
"Thank you..."
On the other hand, Chloe was overwheld with complex emotions, her heart aching painfully as she accepted the signed divorce papers and uttered just these two words.
Her "thank you" wasn’t rely about Lucas signing the divorce papers.
It was also gratitude for the past five years of his tender care and love, his continual tolerance and patience.
Lucas chuckled coldly, "Thank you? Chloe Simpson, you should thank . After all, despite all my efforts to stop you, I couldn’t make you turn back. In the end, you still ended up with Alexander Johnson, that scumbag. Bravo! I’ve lost!"
Chloe froze: "Lucas, what do you an by that?"
"What do I an? Exactly what I said. If we hadn’t reached this point of divorce, I wouldn’t have ever let you know about this. But Chloe, no matter what, we’ve been together for five years."
"Over 1,000 days and nights. They say a century of cultivation earns you the chance to cross the sa boat; a millennium earns you the privilege of sharing the sa pillow. Based on our destined bond across lifetis, I have to tell you!"
"Do you know why, on your wedding night, you ended up in Alexander Johnson’s bed? You kept asking before—how is it that we both drank the wine, yet you ended up in his bed?"
"I know you’ve had your suspicions about this before. I can tell you now—you weren’t wrong. This was indeed related to . I was the one who brought you to Alexander Johnson’s room; it was who personally sent you there."
"But I had no choice, Chloe. Alexander Johnson set up. Do you still rember that ti just before our wedding, when I got drunk at the bar?"
"You ca to fetch . I was drinking with Noah Woods and a few others, feeling happy and having one too many drinks. But I never expected Alexander Johnson to be at that bar that night."
"He saw you, and after that, he sched relentlessly to get you. You know how it is—the Crown Prince of the Capital Circle—with limitless wealth, power, and influence, he always gets what he wants."
Lucas’s acting was extrely convincing; he had prepared a flawless narrative.
After hearing everything, Chloe had no reaction. She couldn’t even rember how she exited Lucas’s car or how she returned to Neil Johnson’s apartnt.
All she knew was that her mind was consud by a single thought.
She had to confront Alexander Johnson—how dare he push her to such extres?!
Ridiculous. She’d really gone through with the divorce from Lucas Hughes.
Now, Lucas must be utterly disappointed. The divorce agreent was signed, impossible to undo.
Returning to the apartnt, Chloe grabbed a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet, drinking as she dialed Neil Johnson’s phone.
At that mont, Alexander Johnson had just arrived at the birthday banquet of the Taylor Family’s young master, with Selene Wilson still seated beside him. Seeing Chloe’s call, he muted his phone without hesitation.
anwhile, Chloe kept dialing over and over, t each ti by the monotonous automated voice stating the call could not be connected.
Furious, she scread and hurled the wine bottle onto the floor with a loud smash.
"Miss Simpson, you’re back? When did you return? What happened? Why did you drink so much?"
Nanny King rushed out upon hearing the commotion, hastily approaching to check on her.
"Where’s Alexander Johnson? Nanny King, where has Alexander Johnson gone?"
Eyes bloodshot, Chloe grabbed Nanny King’s hand and demanded.
Before she could receive an answer, her phone chid with an incoming ssage—the forged evidence Gabriella Dyer instructed Mark to send to Chloe, framing Alexander Johnson for kidnapping her mother.
After Lucas Hughes signed the divorce papers, he imdiately updated Mark, who waited before sending the evidence to Chloe per Gabriella’s orders.
"Crown Prince, it’s simple to make that woman obediently co to you. Target the person she cares about most. Wasn’t she raised alongside her mother since childhood? Then strike her mother."
Chloe listened clearly to the contentious recording included in the evidence.
The term "Crown Prince" could refer to no one but Alexander Johnson, couldn’t it?
"Hahaha, perfect, just perfect!"
After examining the evidence and listening to the recording, Chloe burst out in manic laughter, tears streaming uncontrollably.
So, it turns out, everything was orchestrated by Alexander Johnson!
It was always Alexander Johnson!
Not just the wedding night, even the kidnapping of her mom!
"Miss Simpson, what’s gotten into you? Please don’t act like this."
"Nanny King, just tell —where is Alexander Johnson? Tell ! If you won’t, it’s fine. No matter what, I’ll find him tonight—even if I have to call the police!"
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