Chapter 11-20

Chapter 1

“When will you divorce her?”

In the private room, the girl gazed at the man before her with deep affection.

Aveline stood outside the private room with cold hands and feet. Like the girl inside, she stared at the man’s handsome, sharp face, as her complexion gradually turned pale.

That was her husband, Lucas Tudor.

He was mute, working as a server in this club. Today, she got off work early to go home with him but didn’t expect to stumble upon this scene.

The man who usually wore a server’s uniform was now in a tailored suit, his short hair meticulously styled. His expression was noble and cold, with an air of elegance and aloofness she had never seen before. His thin lips parted, his voice low and pleasant. “I’ll bring it up to her soon.”