Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I rushed past the two bulky men who had permanent scowls on their faces and seemed to be manning the entrance and up the short stairs. And there he was. The retarded bastard.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see one of the men. "You're not allowed here," he stated simply but moved back to his position after he looked above my head.

I turned back to Joel who had his arms wrapped around

I squinted at the lady clinging to his side, a huge smile on her face. I knew her. Sandra. She was Bella's friend; Bella was always with her. What was she doing with Joel? Well, I didn't come here for her.

I stopped when my gaze dropped on her neck. But I did come for the necklace on her neck. It was exactly the one I had custom made for Grace. So she wasn't just a whore but also a thief. F'll get to her later, first I needed to show this douchebag and bastard called Joel a lesson.

I switched my gaze to the man I was here for. I felt my hand tremble and I clenched it as my anger boiled within me even more when he bent his head and kissed Sandra on the lips. Then he turned to me, "Sydney,

he started, his eyes first taking me in my appearance as he eyed me from head to toe, "Why are you here?" He curved a proud brow, "Are you here for Mark?" He paused for my response but when I gave none, he shrugged, "As you can see, he isn't here. You should've called him before you came."

My chest felt tight with anger as I glowered at him, thinking of the best way to rip his tongue out of his mouth and make him gulp it.

He shrugged, "If you don't mind waiting I could give him a call." He said nonchalantly and tipped his chin at the chair opposite him, "You can sit there while you wait," he said dismissively and turned to Sandra.

The nerve!

"She's a bit unusual," I heard him say to Sandra and she giggled and replied, "I know, babe."

I had intended to just give him a big piece of my mind and threaten to report him to the authority if he didn't apologize to Grace but right now, I was too furious to even let out one coherent word talkless of conveying a big piece of my mind.

Irritated and further agitated, I furiously looked around me. I stomped to the table nearest to me and the occupants of the table - two ladies - cowered as I approached. I disregarded them and snatched a beer- bottle from the numerous bottles before them.

I strode over to him. His attention was still solely on Sandra. He didn't even act a tad bit remorseful. He, somehow, scratched my friend's face and broke her heart. How dare he put my friend in a hospital bed while he is here lounging away with another woman.

"Bastard! I called. He took his time, smiling at a giggling Sandra and then just as he turned with that stupid smile on his face, I smashed the bottle on his head.

The content of the bottle smeared his hair and trickled down his face and the broken pieces scattered everywhere. I could hear the gasps and bridled screams in the background as my blood pulsed through my veins, my grip tightened on the lid of the bottle that remained in my grasp.

Every trace of humor wiped from his face as he let out an agonizing shout and slumped on the floor. His hand gripped his head and blood trickled down his temple and mixed with the beer already in his hair.

Sandra's eyes bulged out as she screamed and held Joel. "You crazy woman!" Her hair whipped around her face as she jerked her head to look at me, "What the fuck was that for?!"

She then scrambled to her feet, her brows deeply creased and she screamed, "I would have you thrown in jail!" Then she turned to the men there, "What are you still doing?! Seize her!" "Don't you even dare!"

I blinked as his voice sliced through the tense air, sharp and commanding, causing heads to swivel in the direction the voice had come from. Before I could turn to see who it was, his sturdy stance and jet- black hair filled my vision as he squarely positioned himself between me and a fuming Sandra.

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