Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

"At first, I thought you guys were high on something, to be honest," I sipped my wine after sobering up, my eyes fixed on them above the rim of my wine glass. "But on a closer look, you're just being your usual foolish selves," I bit out sharply. T'eyed both of them up. They had stopped laughing and they were both glaring at us now.

"How comfortable for a loser to call people losers. It makes you feel good to think you aren't the only loser, doesn't it?" Sandra's eyes would have murdered me if eyes could kill. "Well, for your easy comprehension, Sandra, we aren't losers, you are. You are the biggest loser I have ever seen in my entire life. I mean, only a loser would run home, at your age, crying for their parents to clean up their mess. Isn't that right, Miss Sandra?" I arched my brows, "Come on, you should be thankful to your congressman father, he really did save your sorry ass.

I looked away from the boring view of Sandra gritting her teeth and clenching and unclenching her fists and shifted my gaze to Joel. "I'm right, aren't I?" I lifted my brows, demanding a response. "Her father saved you guys ass..." I trailed off. "By the way, Joel, what's so funny? Did you also take something too? Besides, I thought maybe you were dead because I was quite shocked as to why you hid behind your whore and let her cry to her daddy for him to clean the mess you both made." I took another sip of my wine, crossed my legs then shrugged, "But I don't blame you, I blame myself, what did I expect from man who held up his girlfriend and let his whore do the clawing and beating -"

"I'm not a whore, bitch!" Sandra's teeth gnashed as she spluttered.

I continued, acting as though I hadn't heard her, "I blame myself because I half consciously expected too much from a pathetic coward." I held Joel's gaze that was brimming with rage, "Now coward, let me tell you a fact, we withdrew the lawsuit against Sandra, not you. So what are you smug about? Sandra has a congressman father, do you? Sandra cried to her father. Why don't you go running to daddy too?"

I could hear Grace's short burst of laughter as she tried to hold them back. Joel's glare shifted in me to Farce but they lingered on Grace and it would soften very slightly. I didn't blame him, Grace looked very stunning, she always does and there wasn't even a dent of the scratches they inflicted on her anymore.

Joel wasn't like Mark, he is nothing but a crude playboy. Unlike Mark who took GT group very seriously, Joel went around squandering his inheritance and stocks, selling and buying shares like it was no man's business. He had no business or ambition of his own, only sweet talk and boasting. I was sure spending money on lawyers was the last thing he would want to do.

"You! I wonder what Mark saw in you! You're so despicable."

I flipped my hair, "He saw in me what you would never see."

He gnashed his teeth and his jaw hardened, "What conditions do you need to withdraw the lawsult?" He stammered.

"Compensate Grace's necklace that your girlfriend took without permission with one million dollars. There are obviously other mental damages and costs, Il discuss it with my lawyer and ensure he sends every detail to you later but first, you have to apologize to Grace."

His eyes widened, shocked, he turned to Sandra for help but she plainly avoided his gaze.

Seeing this, I sarcastically said, "Or would you like Sandra to compensate for the loss? Her congressman father would look down on you but atleast, you would be a coward in peace." Chapter 0075

His jaw worked overtime for a while, then veins in his arm slightly bulged as his hands clenched and unclenched.

Finally, he seemed to relax. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He hung his head like the loser that he was then said in a low voice, "Grace," he swallowed, "I'm sorry."

I turned to Grace and lifted my brows at the expression on her face. I smirked, as it should be. Grace's eyes were full of contempt and disgust as she directed them toward Joel. I bet she was reprimanding herself for ever fantasizing about marrying such a despicable man.

She suddenly laughed, and said to Sandra, "Hey, Sandra, do you also think his dick is really small and his performance in bed is awful? It's really tiresome pretending to orgasm all the time, isn't it?" Sandra's face instantly turned pink and she awkwardly rubbed her arm. Joel glowered at Grace and erupted, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Grace laughed, she looked at Joel, her eyes twinkling with mockery, "I'm just telling the truth," she shrugged, got on her feet and picked up her bag. That was my cue, I got my butt off the seat and grabbed my purse.

"Have a nice evening," Grace said sweetly, her lips stretched in the sweetest smile, to the angry couple.. She linked our arms and we both waltzed out of the restaurant, feeling the heavy gaze of the other guests in the restaurant.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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