Chapter 4

Moore sneered. "It's your mom who's sick, not mine. What's it got to do with me?"

Howard threw a divorce agreement in front of me. "I've already written up the agreement. Just sign your name!"

Moore found a pen and threw it at me. "I already asked a lawyer. As long as I leave with nothing and don't get a cent, naturally I won't have to bear a cent of your debts!"

"Hurry up and sign. Don't delay my wedding with Howard!"

I found it laughable and signed the agreement right away.

To escape debt, she was willing to leave with nothing—so naturally she'd never get a share of my family's hundreds of millions in assets.

Then Howard came up to drag me away. "Let's go to City Hall and finalize the divorce! Nothing is more urgent than this!"

I shook off Howard. "My mom has surgery today. I don't have time."

Ruth kicked me. "Cut the crap! Even if your mom kicks the bucket today, you're signing the divorce first!"

They forcibly dragged me out the door, pulling and tugging all the way to City Hall.

The whole way, Ruth kept loudly running her mouth, slandering me about owing a hundred million.

People around us were watching the spectacle.

"This guy apparently owes loan sharks. His wife's divorcing him."

"I heard he even tried to frame his wife's brother for the debt to avoid paying!"

"So shameless. No wonder his wife and mother-in-law are doing this. If it were me, I'd kick him to the curb too."

The clerk adjusted their glasses. "Have you agreed on all the terms in the divorce agreement?"

Moore nodded and handed over the agreement. "Yes, I'm leaving with nothing."

I had no objections and went through the process.

Walking out of the office, Moore finally smiled. "I'm finally free! I love you, Howard!"

"As soon as the divorce cooling-off period ends, we're getting married!"

She threw herself into Howard's arms and kissed him in public. "Thank goodness I met you and could start over, or this loser would've ruined my whole life."

Ruth was even more arrogant, shoving me. "Get lost! My daughter is pregnant with Howard's child now."

"From now on she'll live the good life and never have to look at your poor face again!"

I couldn't be bothered with them and turned to leave.

Howard squeezed Moore's waist, then made a phone call. "Sky Grand Hotel, book me a table for seven tonight to celebrate."

"I want the highest tier menu, and reserve two bottles of 1982 Lafite for me."

He deliberately raised his voice so I could hear every word clearly.

After hanging up, Howard said with a smile, "Alex, we're going to celebrate tonight. Want to join us?"

I took a deep breath, turned around and said coldly, "Screw off!"

Moore giggled. "Howard, stop teasing the idiot. He owes a hundred million now. How would he dare walk around outside?"

"Someone might come to collect the debt any moment, and he'll end up dead in the street."

Ruth spat. "Serves him right! That's karma!"

Just then, a crowd suddenly surged behind us.

Leading them was a bald, muscular man, followed by seven or eight tattooed tough guys.

The bald man stripped off his shirt and roared, "Debts must be repaid!"

Moore and Howard jumped at the sudden shout.

Seeing they were debt collectors, Ruth quickly pulled out the divorce agreement:

"He's already divorced my daughter. Kill him or do whatever you want—it has nothing to do with us."