Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Chapter 0160

“Get out! Ethan, you need to come out and talk to me!”

Shihua’s cries, tinged with a loss of control, could have fooled anyone into thinking she was the one being abandoned.

Fortunately for them, the neighborhood was dotted with standalone villas, spaced far apart, and the media had been cleared out by Michael earlier, leaving no one to witness the scene.

Evel, arriving at the peak of Shihua’s shrill screaming, grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back without warning!

Forced backward, Shihua lost her balance and tumbled into the flowerbed, barely stifling a yelp of pain.

“Ouch…”

Meanwhile, the driver had already maneuvered the car past Shihua.

Ethan, in the back seat, didn’t even spare her a glance.

As the car drove away, waves of anguish flooded Shihua’s heart.

She had pined for him for years, worked so hard to become his perfect match. Why didn’t he love her back?

Hadn’t he once said he admired women who could fly?

She had become everything he wanted-so why didn’t he love her?

What had gone wrong?

As Shihua teetered on the brink of madness, Evel’s face appeared, as if descended from the heavens.

She advised calmly, almost kindly, “You should really refrain from

contemplating harm to

Shihua’s pupils dilated in shock.

Evel walked away, and Michael followed suit.

Shihua sat crumpled in the flowerbed, looking utterly disheveled.

Farther away, the two companions conversed.

Or more accurately, Michael was seeking Evel’s insights.

“This former assassin, I would very much like to interview you-”

Evel coolly interrupted, “I do not give interviews, in any form.”

Frustrated, Michael retorted, “Do you realize it’s by my grace you’re even alive?”

wasn’t aware.”

Without me-”

“Without you, I’d still be a stellar international assassin,” Evel stated proudly, her eyes and brows reflecting a profound indignation toward Michael.

Seeing the great attorney at a loss for words, Evel’s resentment ebbed slightly.

She generously offered, “What did you want to ask?”

Michael, collecting his thoughts, finally managed, “Why did you think Shihua was plotting harm? And earlier, how did you know she was about to hurl insults again, prompting you to strike preemptively?”

“The first question. It’s all in the eyes,” Evel stated, fixing a three- second stare on Michael. “Killing is my expertise. Her eyes were filled with murderous intent.”

“The second question. I simply felt she deserved it. Whether she intended to curse or not, I was determined to hit her.”

Michael was taken aback by by her forthrightness.

Evel strolled on, hands behindi hd her back, as if wandering through her ›wn garden.

They left the secluded villa neighborhood behind, the road dark and erily quiet, the occasional gust of winwind adding an unnerving chill.

Michael hurried to match Evel’s stridelle.

Is this the resolve of an assassin? And Ed Ethan, that damn guy, didn’t rait for us!

Fearful of media lurking in the shadows, thethey had originally taken a axi, paying dearly to be dropped off at the Grantant residence at the risk f security pursuit.

Michael sidled closer to Evel, whispering, “Aren’t ya you scared?”.

Evel paused, seemingly puzzled by his proximity.Ity.

Will you be less afraid if you’re closer to me?”?

I schnet scanned their surroundings warily, anticipatinging any sudden nsuptions.

e whose who should be scared is me,” Evel stated matter-of-fefactly.” ou, I’m jou, I’m just a tiny lump.”

ny lump? kiinp?” Michael’s face crinkled in confusion.

lid she learms learn such a description for physique?

he could inquiid inquire further, the glare of headlights approachedhed d a sense of suffoot suffocation encroached.

isked him away likeway like a chick, pulling him to the roadside just st zoomed past at breakandareakneck speed.

I stood there, dumbfoundbfounded.

Evel had already let go of his collar and was staring at the speeding

car.

“It’s her.”

Whose heart wouldn’t race? “Shihua?” Michael guessed.

Evel frowned, silent.

After a tense half-minute, she bolted.

Michael, clueless and scared, chased after Evel’s sprinting form.

“Wait for me! Wait for me!”

The darkness was thick, the streets deserted. How could he not be frightened?

“What’s happening? Why are you running…”

Evel’s pace was relentless. “There might be trouble.”

Trouble???

They had just reached the main road when Evel scanned for oncoming traffic. Nothing but the hum of a heavy motorcycle in the distance.

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But when he opened them, Evel had already dismounted the biker and taken over the ride.

“Get on!” Her tone was urgent.

Michael, utterly stunned, mounted the bike and, in a bizarre display of morality, tossed his wallet onto the road.

Bri”Brother, my card’s inside. Contact me, and I’ll pay you!”

With a roar, the motorcycle sped off, Michael nearly screaming his lungs out.

The experience with Ethan’s near-fatal flight had made Michael intensely value his life.

He clung to Evel’s waist, screaming all the way.

“Momma!!!”

“Watch out, there’s a car!”

Evel masterfully cornered the motorcycle, Michael’s handsome face skimmed by a Buick, a breath’s width away!

“My face… My life…”

“Melissa, I’ll kill you!!! Slow down!”

When the wind died down, Evel’s disapproving voice floated back, ” You’re going to make me deaf.”

Michael kept yelling.

Evel ignored him, accelerating in pursuit of Shihua’s car.

The motorcycle flew, distance unmeasured, Evel finally slowed.

Michael, feeling saved, was about to rebuke Evel when he saw the crashed car ahead.

He staggered off the bike, “Ethan… Ethan’s car!”

Evel pulled him back, “They must have taken him to the hospital by

now.”

Michael stood there, bewildered, “What do you mean?”

As Evel walked on, she casually cleared her ears.

“Say something,” Michael urged. “What are you thinking?”