Chapter 8

There were over 20 muscular Dorvall family bodyguards dressed in suits. They were clearly skilled fighters, and each had a

menacing demeanor, ready to pounce.

“Wait!” Zoe raised her hand suddenly, gesturing for the group of bodyguards to hold off for a moment. Then, she glared at Amber

and taunted her viciously, “Do you feel a glimmer of hope now that this worthless man has returned from the military?”

Then, she added maliciously, “Do you know what he’s been up to? He went to the Tempest Hound Stadium, fed Vernon to the

dogs, killed three Tibetan Mastiffs that Grandpa loved so much, and injured many spectators. He got into all sorts of trouble! Not

only that, but he also hit Herbert and me! Based on these actions alone, it’s enough to kill your entire family!”

Amber’s lips quivered. Then, she glanced at Alexander beside her, her face filled with despair.

Alexander had been impulsive. Far too impulsive!

Given his behavior at the bathhouse, Amber could guess that Zoe’s accusations were not baseless. Alexander was more than

capable of such actions!

Alexander ignored the others, and his gaze locked onto Amber’s eyes as he assured her softly, “Don’t be afraid, Amber. I’ve got

everything under control.”

After that, he turned to Zoe, seemingly unfazed. “Zoe, are you here with the bodyguards just to spurt nonsense? Herbert ordered

the bodyguards to attack, but you intervened. That can’t be out of goodwill! Out with it, then. What are you trying to do?”

Suppressing his anger, Herbert also chimed in, “He’s right, Zoe. I was just about to ask why you stopped the bodyguards.”

“Herbert, don’t get mad,” Zoe cooed as she leaned into Herbert’s embrace. She glared at Alexander coldly and continued, “I've

checked the registry several times but couldn’t get his information. If he hadn’t contacted me while on the sea a while back, I

would've thought he was long gone. It’s only now that I've realized that because he went to war, our marriage information

must've entered the military system, and I can’t proceed with the divorce alone. He must agree to it!”

Herbert frowned and grunted, looking displeased.

Zoe was taken aback, but she quickly assumed an arrogant demeanor. “Alexander, considering your retirement from the war,

Herbert and I are willing to spare your life today. We're willing to let bygones be bygones. However, you must divorce me!”

Alexander chuckled.

Marriages were sacred for those in the military, not to be trifled with. Moreover, given Zoe’s capabilities, she could not possibly

want a divorce so easily...

As for the rest, Alexander—known as the Lord of War—held a status equal to the ruler of Wyverna. Let alone in Ol’ Mare’s

registry, none of the intelligence agencies of various major powerhouses had a trace of his information.

Zoe was foolish and ignorant.

“A divorce, you say? Is that all you’re asking for?” Alexander, cradling Olivia and twiddling her little pigtails, smiled at Zoe. “You

want a divorce, and so do I. Isn't that quite a coincidence? Even though you lied to me over the past five years, you and I did

walk down the aisle together and pledged our vows before friends and family. So I have to ask, are you truly prepared to divorce

me?”

Zoe's initial surprise was quickly replaced by a cackle. She sneered and taunted, “Aren't you full of yourself, Alexander? If it

weren't for your military service and that veteran status, you’d be long dead by now! Who do you think you are, asking me if I’ve

thought this through? You've got to be kidding me!”

She mockingly continued, “If we don’t go through with this divorce, we'll settle all scores! The incident at the dogfighting arena

and those three Tibetan Mastiffs... Alexander, you can never make up for what you’ve done!”

Alexander shook his head slowly. This horrendous woman had no idea what she was giving up.

Zoe did not understand that she had once been within arm’s reach of the pinnacle of the world. However, she was destined

never to cross that final threshold. Furthermore, keeping her alive for a little while would be far more agonizing than her death.

“Sure, let’s get a divorce as you wish,” Alexander spoke dispassionately. Then, he sent a text message.

In just a little over ten minutes...

Vroom!

Everyone heard a sound of roaring engines coming from far and near!