The Divorcee Amazed the World

The more Owen thought about it, the angrier he became. The Varley and Santana families had been business partners for decades, and this was the first time Willis had been so impolite to him. Even Ryan had to give him some face. Now, a younger generation like Willis dared to come to him and give orders.

Owen was furious.

He picked up his phone and called Grace, asking, “Dragon Mount, Inn, Mike – what happened? Do you know?”

Grace panicked in an instant, taking several seconds to force herself to calm down. Owen directly said, “Susan’s left hand was smashed, her face was swollen, and now she’s in detention. All the harm came from Helena. I know you’re angry for Susan and want revenge, but can’t you use your brain and be more discreet? Don’t let people figure out it was you!”

Grace nervously asked, “Who figured it out?”

“Who else? Willis!”

Grace finally began to tell the truth, “I’ve been discreet. I haven’t personally done anything, I had someone else do it.”

Owen sneered, “Who did you find?”

Grace avoided eye contact, “You don’t need to worry about it. Anyway, that person is quite professional.”

Owen scoffed, “If they’re so professional, why did Willis still come to warn me?”

Grace thought for a moment, “He probably didn’t find any evidence, deliberately came to bluff you. If there were real evidence, he would have presented it directly. Don’t panic, as long as we deny it, he can’t do anything to us.”

Owen agreed, instructing, “You better clean up the aftermath and not affect the businesses of the Varley and Santana families.”

“Don’t worry, I know what to do.”

At the same time, Willis left the Varley Group, got into his car, and called his assistant. He asked, “How many days will Susan be detained?”

The assistant replied, “I spoke to the police chief, and she can be detained for a maximum of two weeks. The Varley family has also hired someone; originally, it could have been bailed out with some money. Detaining her for two weeks is already giving us face.”

Willis gave a low acknowledgment and instructed, “Find a couple of thugs, take care of Grace.”

His voice was lazy and indifferent, but there was an imperceptible determination in his tone.

The assistant was surprised, “Did Grace arrange for Mike’s case?”

Willis’s eyes chilled slightly, “Other than them, I can’t think of anyone. Teach them a lesson first, and then we’ll see.”

The assistant paused, “Alright, I’ll find someone to do it.”

Willis rubbed his brow and casually said, “Disguise it as a robbery, then take advantage of the situation. Be clever, don’t leave any evidence, understand?”

“Understood, Mr. Santana.”

Three days later.

8:00 PM.

Grace, driving herself, stealthily arrived at a residential area in the western part of the city.

After parking, she went to the back seat of her car, took out a rose-red windbreaker from her bag, put on black oversized sunglasses, let down her neatly combed hair, and changed into high heels.

She took a mirror out of her bag and checked herself. Satisfied that no one would recognize her, she opened the car door.

Before getting out, she covered the license plate with something.

After all the disguise, she walked confidently into the residential area.

She arrived at building number three, on the thirty-third floor, apartment 3303.

Taking out the key from her bag, she opened the door and went in.

This apartment, bought in her mother’s name, had been empty for a long time. She only came here occasionally when needed.

The vast living room had almost no furniture.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door.

Grace put on her high heels, swaying her slim waist, and sensually opened the door.

Having given birth early, she was in her early forties this year.

Standing outside was a man in his forties, wearing casual dark blue clothes and a face mask.

He entered, removed the mask, revealing a somewhat handsome face with a rectangular shape and a dark beard on the jawline.

He was Grace’s lover, named Klein – the so-called professional person.

Grace approached, embraced his waist, and said in a sticky voice, “Willis suspected it was me or my husband. Today, he went to my husband’s company to bluff him. My dear, have you taken care of everything?”

Klein closed the door, took off his mask, and pecked her lips. “You can trust me.”

“When can Susan be released? That child has been pampered since childhood and hasn’t suffered. This time being detained, it hurts my heart.”

“Don’t worry.” Klein pushed her and massaged her, walking towards the balcony.

Grace held back his restless hand and scolded, “How can I not worry? That’s my daughter.”

“I found some connections, but it’s strict up there. At most, she can be detained for half a month and then released. Don’t worry, with my help, she’ll be fine during detention.”

“You must take good care of Susan for me, don’t let her be bullied by others.”

“Of course, I treat Susan as my own daughter.” Klein lightly pinched her buttocks.

Grace threw him a flirtatious look, “That’s more like it.”

The two went to the floor-to-ceiling window.

A thick wool carpet covered the floor in front of the window, with a few colorful throw pillows placed casually.

Klein reached out and pulled down the thin white curtain on the window.

He pushed Grace against the glass.

He took off her rose-red windbreaker skillfully and lifted the hem of her skirt…

Forty minutes later.

Grace lay in Klein’s arms, her face flushed, her fingers rubbing on his thigh, gasping for breath.

Klein, lightly pinching her waist, asked, “Am I good, or is your husband good?”

Grace glared at him, “Of course, it’s you. You’re ten years younger than him.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“That’s true. You’re so passionate and lustful; how can that old guy satisfy you? I’ll come and satisfy you more in the future.” He leaned towards her neck and playfully teased.

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Grace’s skin tingled with itchiness, and she used her hand to push him away, coquettishly saying, “You’re so bad. So, tell me, am I better, or is your wife better?”

“Of course, it’s you. My wife is like a piece of wood, no matter how you handle it, she doesn’t make a sound.”

Grace playfully raised her eyebrows, “And what about me?”

Klein chuckled with suggestive intent, “You’re a seductive fox, naughty and lascivious, a bit cheap.”

“You cheeky Klein, I’ll make you regret that!”

Grace raised her eyebrow and reached out to pinch his flesh.

Klein dodged left and right, laughing as he held her hand, “I was complimenting you. In other words, you’re enchanting, charming, and full of allure.”

Grace rolled her eyes at him, “I love hearing that.”

The two lay on the soft carpet, laughing and joking.

After resting for a while, they indulged in another round.

Until Klein was breathless, Grace finally satisfiedly let him go.

After cleaning up and putting on clothes, she left.

After she left, Klein rested for a full half-hour before finding the strength to leave.

Instead of going straight home, Grace went to her usual beauty salon for skincare, massage, and oil treatment.

Tonight, she used this excuse to come out.

If she didn’t, she would be exposed.

After completing the whole treatment, it was almost eleven o’clock.

Grace drove back home, in a good mood.

Her body was nourished by a man and high-end imported cosmetics, exuding a fragrant aroma.

Her face was glossy and flushed, eyes alluring and moist.

This was the appearance after experiencing a physical affair, a beauty that emerged.

Grace gripped the steering wheel, humming a tune, feeling content.

Passing through the sparsely trafficked Riverside Avenue.

A dilapidated van suddenly ambushed from behind.

About thirty to forty meters in front of her car, it abruptly hit the brakes!