Chapter 3 Divorce for That Man

A soft sound rang out as the white golf ball rolled forward across the uneven putting mat, knocking away the ball Brenda had just hit, then dropping precisely into the hole.

Unlike her serious, battle-ready demeanor from before, Grace's movements were casual, as if it were just a five-year-old's toy.

Without waiting for anyone to react, she swung again, hitting the second ball nearby.

The ball traced a tricky arc across the ground and dropped into the hole again.

The third ball flew through the air, spinning as it went, and unsurprisingly fell into the hole.

Grace tossed the club back into the bucket with a crisp clang. "Boring."

Brenda stared at her with reddening eyes, then suddenly burst into tears. "I'm just too stupid..."

"You're not stupid, it's your first time playing." Jade quickly hugged her to comfort her, then glared hard at Grace. "You just have to pick on Brenda, don't you?"

"I asked you to teach her, not show off." Even Edgar spoke up for Brenda with disapproval. "Where's the grace you should have as Mrs. White?"

Grace showed no reaction, but her eyes uncontrollably landed on Alfred's face.

Even though she knew he wouldn't speak up for her, she still instinctively wanted to see his reaction.

Sure enough, he glanced at her, his eyes showing threat, disappointment... then turned his face away, his voice gentle as he said to Brenda, "It's okay, I'll teach you."

Grace felt a wave of nausea.

She completely lost any desire to stay, made up an excuse to leave, and Edgar didn't stop her.

Away from the White family, she pushed down her irritation and called her best friend Vivian Smith.

When Vivian heard she'd tricked Alfred into signing divorce papers, she let out a delighted scream, then told her to come out for drinks.

Grace agreed readily.

When she got to the private room, she almost thought she'd walked into the wrong place. The huge room had three sofas packed with good-looking guys of all types. Vivian looked completely indulgent, eyes half-closed as she leaned in the middle, clearly already a bit drunk.

"Come here." She waved at Grace. "See anyone you like? If not, you can go pick some more."

Grace was a bit speechless. "I'm kind of disgusted by men right now."

"Then all of you get out!" Vivian immediately kicked everyone out. "You're right, what's so great about men? Alfred was handsome, rich, had that gentleman's charm, had class, and he still turned out to be a cheating scumbag, didn't he?"

"You should just come back and focus on your career. The stock market's been so volatile lately. As an investment banking elite, you could easily make a fortune, right?"

Vivian put her arm around her shoulder and led her toward the dance floor. "You need to hurry up with the divorce. Don't let Alfred find out you've secretly made quite a bit of money these past few years."

"Of course." Grace smiled. "He thinks I'm useless. How could he possibly imagine I've been doing investments?"

The two reached the center of the dance floor. Vivian pulled her to move with her. "Dance! Let's drink till we drop tonight!"

Grace wasn't really in the mood to dance, but after Vivian forced several glasses of whiskey down her throat, she became hazy too, swaying her body gently.

"Hey beautiful, here alone?"

Many men were attracted by her beauty and came to hit on her, but she rejected them all. Still, some wouldn't give up and insisted on grabbing her hand to dance with her.

Grace couldn't shake him off and was about to slap him when she saw the man suddenly lifted off his feet and carried away.

"Sorry about that."

The one who helped her out was a young, handsome guy with quite a gentlemanly manner, his white suit giving him an elegant air. "I'll ban customers like that from now on."

"You're the owner?" Grace thanked him, then immediately went to look for Vivian.

That's when she realized she'd had a bit too much to drink. Moving felt like walking on cotton, and the world around her was spinning.

"You okay?" A subtle look flashed in the man's eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses. He discreetly held her arm, maintaining a polite distance. "Let me help you back."

Grace leaned on him. As they reached the edge of the dance floor, someone bumped into her and she fell right into the man's arms.

"Sorry..." She looked up hazily. Their faces suddenly close, amid all the noise she noticed his features seemed somewhat familiar. "Have I met you somewhere before?"

"Last month's charity reception. You came to deliver documents to some CEO." The man smiled at her. "I'm Dylan Wilson. Didn't expect you to have such good memory."

Grace smiled back with her eyes curved.

But before she could say anything, she suddenly felt a chill.

Then her arm was grabbed, and she fell backward, crashing into a solid chest.

The cologne smell was all too familiar. Without looking up, she knew it was Alfred.

"Mr. White." Dylan recognized him too. "This lady is your secretary? It should be after work hours now, right?"

"None of your business." Alfred said coldly, then pulled Grace and strode toward the bar exit.

His grip was so strong it almost broke her arm. Grace sobered up halfway from the pain. "Let go of me!"

Alfred ignored her, dragging her all the way to the roadside and pinning her against the car door.

Grace's back slammed against the Rolls-Royce door with a bang. She hissed in pain, then looked up and glared at Alfred. "Are you crazy?"

"I think you're the one who's crazy." Alfred was clearly furious to the extreme, veins bulging on his forehead.

Usually, when Grace said she was leaving, she wouldn't really leave. She'd come back soon with some treats.

But today, after leaving the estate, there was complete silence from her. Alfred waited and waited, then sent her a message telling her to come back quickly, but she didn't even reply.

Then he saw a video a friend sent him of her swaying around in a bar.

He drove straight over to get her, and the moment he walked in, he saw her gazing deeply at some man, looking like they were about to kiss any second.

Rage consumed him. He grabbed Grace's chin. "So you want a divorce because of another man."

Grace punched his chest, her knuckles hurting so much her eyes reddened.

"You think everyone cheats like you do?"

She raised her voice, not caring that there were other people around, her voice trembling.

"No matter how disgusting you are, I would never degrade myself like that. I'm not like you! A man who thinks with what's below his belt!"

If she weren't drunk, she wouldn't have said such things.

"I'm disgusting? I think with what's below my belt?"

Alfred laughed in anger, then suddenly pulled open the car door and pushed her onto the back seat.

"Let go of me!" Grace struggled, but then he suddenly leaned down and bit hard on her lips.