A Successful Career After Divorce

Ranita fled in a panic.

She didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Mrs. Cather and Arthur before she escaped from Boulderland Mansion.

One of the straps on Ranita’s bra had broken, so she had to hold her shoulder with one hand, trying her best not to look too disheveled.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t easy to hail a cab outside of Boulderland Mansion.

Ranita reached into her pocket and realized that her phone was still in the banquet hall. Not only was she broke, but she also couldn’t notify any friends to come pick her up.

Ranita cursed under her breath.

“Beep beep!” Suddenly, a horn honked behind her and Ranita turned around to see Chris rolling down his car window.

“Ranita, why are you alone here?”

Ranita saw Chris and immediately approached him. “Mr. Webster, can you give me a ride to the hospital?”

“Do you feel unwell?” Chris noticed that Ranita’s cheeks were unusually red under the streetlight and that she seemed unstable on her feet.

“A little bit…” Ranita replied weakly as Chris quickly got out of his car and helped support Ranita while opening the passenger door for her. He even kindly fastened her seatbelt, “I’ll take you straight there.”

“Can you help me find Dr. Pearson?” As Ranita clung onto the seatbelt tightly, trying hard not lose control over herself due to feeling uncomfortable all over.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Waves of heat surged through, causing sweat beads across every inch of skin on hers and making it difficult for clear thinking while he drove towards their destination – hospital where Dr. Pearson worked at.

Boulderland Mansion loomed behind them as they drove away from it all…

Brendon rushed out of the shower and found Caleb waiting for him outside. “Mr. Stuart, I’ve got Turner tied up without alerting anyone. Do you want me to bring him over?” Caleb asked.

“What about Ranita?” Brendon exploded in anger in the bathroom. He regretted letting Ranita go; he should have pinned her down on the bed.

Caleb hesitated, looking a bit scared to answer. “Um… I saw Mr. Webster take her away,” he finally said.

“Chris? Why does it always come back to Chris? How many men is this damn woman involved with?” Brendon fumed.

“Yes! Also, this is something Miss Bowman left behind in the banquet hall.” Caleb placed Ranita’s bag on the vanity table along with some cosmetics that likely belonged to her but she didn’t take them when she left, and Brendon didn’t bother cleaning them up either.

“Forget it!” Brendon gritted his teeth in visible anger. “Bring Turner over!”

Brendon changed into a new outfit and went downstairs where Caleb had already brought Turner over who was kneeling at the bottom of the stairs shaking uncontrollably with his head bowed down low.

“Mr… Stuart…” Turner trembled as soon as he felt Brendon’s gaze upon him; cold sweat pouring down his face making it impossible for him to speak any further.

Brendon slowly walked past him and sat on the sofa like a king overlooking his subject – treating Turner like a dog, “Turner, which hand did you use?”

Turner was so scared that he could barely stand or speak, “Mr. Stuart, it wasn’t me! It was all Ranita’s doing! She seduced me!”

“It’s true! Mr. Stuart, I’ve been loyal to your family for so many years now. How could I do such a thing? It was all because of Ranita!”

With an icy expression on his face and low voice tone, Brendon asked again, “Which hand did you use?”

“Mr. Stuart…”

“If you won’t tell me then both hands will be broken!” As soon as those words came out of Brendon’s mouth, the security guards grabbed hold of Turner, muffling any cries or screams before dragging him out without mercy or hesitation.