A Divorce Make Me Rich

Raymond really stopped making a fuss. He coldly snorted at Anthony and turned to leave.

Soon, only Moore and Anthony were left downstairs at the Green Grove Apartment.

Moore took the initiative to speak, “Anthony, you know how difficult these past five years have been for Mavis. Since you agreed to divorce, why do you keep playing tricks and hurting her repeatedly? Can’t you just let her go?”

Anthony sneered in response, “Your Cranian keeps getting better. Who taught you?”

“I’ve been in Crana for over a month now, so I need to learn some Cranian knowledge to communicate without barriers here,” Moore paused, then quickly continued, “But don’t change the subject. We are talking about the divorce. Why do you insist on keeping Mavis with you when she no longer loves you? What’s the point?”

Faced with Moore’s articulate accusations, Anthony had only one response, “Our marital affairs are none of your business.”

Moore was taken aback and his frustration was evident on his face. “I’m not strong enough to carry you and the wheelchair by myself. You figure it out on your own.”

After saying that, Moore turned and went upstairs, ignoring Anthony.

Anthony remained calm, took out a box of expensive cigarettes, lit one, and began to smoke leisurely. The gentle breeze carried the smoke away.

Sitting in the wheelchair, Anthony didn’t move a step, and his noble aura was not concealed by the bandages wrapped around his legs.

He sat there, smoking, and waiting.

Either Moore would come to his senses and come down to carry him.

Or he would wait for Mavis to come back and see him being treated this way.

Either way, he was sitting there, without losing anything.

However, he waited for almost half an hour.

The first to appear was Raymond, who returned from the imported supermarket. His hands were empty, and he looked anxious, coming back alone.

He didn’t even glance at Anthony in the corridor, rushing past him to go upstairs.

Sensing something amiss, Anthony frowned and asked, “Where is Mavis?”

Raymond stopped, turned back, and tears glistened in his eyes.

“I searched that imported supermarket several times, but couldn’t find my sister. I checked the surveillance cameras with the security, and it turns out she never entered the supermarket. Her phone is also unreachable. I don’t know if something happened to her. I’ve already called the police and I want to call Moore to help find her. If you can’t help, then stop babbling.”

He spoke rapidly, then quickly ran upstairs as if he were a gust of wind.

Leaving Anthony alone in the cool breeze, smoking and pondering.

Not two minutes later, there was a hurried sound of someone coming downstairs.

Raymond and Moore rushed down, one after the other, as fast as they could.

As they passed by Anthony, Raymond approached Moore and whispered, “I suspect that my sister was implicated by someone and kidnapped by someone’s enemies. The police are involved, and they should be able to find her location soon. When that happens, be proactive and show your true feelings in adversity. If my sister sees you risking your life to save her, she will definitely be moved.”

Moore nodded earnestly. “Don’t worry. Even if I didn’t have any personal interest in this matter, I would still risk everything to save Mavis.”

Raymond was impressed with Moore’s response. “It seems like it takes a crisis for us to know who the real man for my sister is! Moore, I’m rooting for you!”

As they continued their conversation back-and-forth with each other, Anthony’s expression grew stern as he interrupted them, “Hold on.”

Raymond stopped impatiently and turned around to glare at him. “Do you know how much time you’re wasting? Every minute counts when it comes to saving my sister! If you can’t help us, then don’t get in our way!”

Moore guessed what Anthony wanted before he could say anything else, “Raymond… he wants us to push his wheelchair so he can come along with us.”

“Why should we?” Raymond sneered back at him.

“Besides my foolish sister,” said Raymond calmly, “no one here will tolerate his high-handedness. But also he isn’t incapable of walking either. He’s just pretending! It might be better if we leave him behind so as not steal your thunder.”

The two of them chatted away until they hailed a taxi on the side of the road which quickly drove off from Green Grove Apartment street.

Anthony remained standing there deep in thought about this sudden turn of events before taking out his phone decisively trying calling Mavis.

Her phone was switched off.

Before leaving for hospital earlier today afternoon, Anthony had noticed that Mavis’ phone battery had been fully charged. It couldn’t possibly have run out now unless something terrible had happened? His expression became more serious as he tried calling Kane next.

Kane arrived quickly after hearing about the situation from Anthony over the phone while driving. “Mr. Callahan,” Kane reported anxiously, “I’ve already verified everything you told me. Mrs. Callahan really didn’t enter that imported supermarket. Her car was parked nearby but there’s no sign of her.”

Kane became increasingly panicked as he spoke further, “Could it be… could it be Sheldon Alford who did this? After being wanted by NIB, he’s been running around like a dog without a home. People often fight back desperately when pushed into dire straits. He hates you more than anyone else. If Mrs. Callahan really fell into his hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.”

Due to his past with Jaqueline, Sheldon had developed a deep grudge against him, and Mavis would be in great danger if she fell into Sheldon’s hands.

Anthony’s face stiffened, and the next second he stood up directly from his wheelchair. Despite thick bandages wrapped around his leg, it didn’t affect his ability to walk. He took two steps towards the car parked on the street and opened the door himself.

“Kane, come drive.”

“Yes!”

As Kane made his way to the driver’s seat and was about to open the car door, Anthony said again, “Bring the wheelchair.”

“Understood.”

The wheelchair was placed in the trunk as Kane stepped on the gas pedal. The luxury car sped away like an arrow leaving its bowstring.

As night fell over Suham, Raymond and Moore were at a loss for where to find Mavis. With only a few hours since her disappearance, they couldn’t mobilize large police forces; they could only rely on themselves.

While they hadn’t found Mavis yet, they received a call from Kane first.

“Mrs. Callahan is at Serene Time Hotel,” he said. “She seems to have been kidnapped but Mr. Callahan is already on his way there now. He told me to tell you not to worry about Mrs. Callahan’s safety or slow us down by coming over yourselves. Just wait back at the apartment.”

Raymond exploded with anger upon hearing this news, “What does Anthony mean? How are we slowing you down? And it’s my sister who disappeared! I have no choice but go there myself. So will Moore!”

On other end of phone line, Kane remained silent for two seconds before saying, “Mr. Parker, Mr. Callahan says that your fighting power is negative with Mr. Ulsens. So you should just sit back and wait for results.”

Raymond became even more enraged, “Nonsense! Negative times negative equals positive! That cunning little man Anthony…”

Before he could continue ranting any further though, Kane hung up without another word.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

However, after hanging up, Raymond wasn’t angry anymore. Instead, he turned slowly towards Moore beside him, his expression smugly satisfied. “Having power really makes all difference huh? He actually found out her exact location so quickly. We should prepare ourselves ahead of time too.”

Moore pushed up against glasses frames lightly with fingertips, his handsome face lit by light shining behind him, and wore an expression that looked like he was waiting eagerly for something interesting happen.