CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: LET’S GET DIVORCED

When Kyle Keaton rushed to the front of The Continental Hotel, he only saw July Quinn getting into a rideshare without even looking back.

"What’s wrong with this woman again?"

Kyle Keaton was baffled and filled with frustration.

Helplessly, he also drove to catch up.

When Kyle Keaton returned to the minimalist small apartment, July Quinn was already sitting on the sofa.

Under the play of light and shadow, her slightly tipsy appearance looked stunning, even though she was only wearing a simple T-shirt dress.

And in front of her on the low table, there was a document.

"July Quinn, apologize!"

Kyle Keaton tossed the car keys onto the console table, his voice cold like fresh snow on the branches.

Earlier, July Quinn had hinted in a text message that after attending the birthday party, she would go home with him and do something to spice up their marriage.

But just now, July Quinn left him alone at the hotel, returning by herself!

How could Kyle Keaton not be angry?

No one had ever dared to treat him this way!

But Kyle Keaton didn’t receive the apology he deserved; instead, he was met with five cold words: "Let’s get a divorce."

"What?" Kyle Keaton was completely stunned by those five words.

"I’ve already drafted the divorce agreement; you just need to sign it."

When July Quinn said this, she leisurely leaned back on the sofa, playing with her phone.

It seemed like she was completely engrossed in the interesting content on her phone, not even sparing him a glance.

"July Quinn, what kind of stunt are you pulling?"

Kyle Keaton was somewhat exasperated.

It was her who had insisted on marrying him, her who had eagerly climbed into his bed.

But in the blink of an eye, this woman turned around and handed him a divorce agreement.

This really left Kyle Keaton unable to understand this woman’s motives.

"I don’t want to pull any stunts; I just want a divorce."

This time, July Quinn finally looked at him.

Seeing that he wasn’t looking at the divorce agreement, July Quinn actively pushed it toward him.

"I’ll leave without taking anything, but if you need emotional compensation, feel free to ask."

July Quinn had completely abandoned her previous sweet and shameless demeanor that made calling him "husband" irresistible.

Her posture of overlooking all, measuring feelings with money, was no different from a playboy who toyed with women.

"July Quinn, take back what you just said. I can pretend it never happened. Otherwise..."

No one had ever dared to humiliate Kyle Keaton with money.

Never!

So when July Quinn tried to fob him off with money, Kyle Keaton felt unprecedented insult.

Energies of violence raged within him, demanding that July Quinn pay back with her life.

Especially his aura, which burst forth unabashedly, so strong that it felt like the depth of the dark sea, making it hard for people to breathe.

People who had interacted with Kyle Keaton before would generally be too scared to breathe deeply when he fully released his aura.

Some with weaker nerves would even faint from fear.

Kyle Keaton thought July Quinn would be scared enough to retract the divorce agreement.

Though he didn’t understand why he hoped she would take it back, that didn’t stop him from intimidating her.

But July Quinn was just that anomaly.

Under his domineering gaze, she continued to act independently.

"It seems common emotional compensation might not satisfy you. How about this: I’ll transfer the winery my grandfather put under my name to you; that way, neither of us owes the other. You just need to sign the divorce agreement quickly."

Because she didn’t want to owe him, she reminded him that tonight’s expenses should be covered by The Quinn Family themselves.

Because she didn’t want to owe him, she handed over the only known asset, Verona Estate Winery, to him.

After all, the marriage was facilitated due to her misunderstanding.

Now everything is cleared up, and neither of them owes the other.

After saying this, July Quinn grabbed her black backpack and stood up.

The bag contained a few of her clothes, her laptop, charger, photo album, and such.

She carried these when she moved in.

Now that she’s leaving, she naturally takes them along.

"July Quinn!"

The man shouted sternly, trying to make her stop.

But July Quinn’s footsteps didn’t halt because of this.

Even when she slammed the door of the small apartment, the sound of porcelain shattering echoed inside...