Divorce Clock Ticking (Kenneth and Angela)
Chapter 59

Kenneth's voice was cold and tinged with anger.

"I'm on my way back to Vista Villa. What's up?" Angela replied.

"We'll talk when you get back!" he retorted.

Hearing the dial tone from the phone, Angela unconsciously furrowed her brow.

Half an hour later, just as Angela stepped into the villa, Kenneth's eerie, cold voice resounded in the living room. "Angela, you have quite the gut! It was already bad enough dining alone with another man last time, but today you even went on a blind date! Do you think I'm dead?!"

With an indifferent look, Angela changed her shoes and sat opposite Kenneth. "How did you replace out? Did you have someone follow me again?"

Kenneth sneered, "Do even need to have you followed? You're doing it so openly as if you want the whole world to know! You've shamed the Sinclair family!"

"You should ask yourself that question, considering what you've done with Jennifer!" Angela retorted.

"I have nothing to hide with Jennie, and don't let me hear you slander her again!"

Angela chuckled mockingly, "If you've done it, then don't be afraid of people talking about it!"

Kenneth sneered at her, his eyes full of rage. "What about you? You're married, yet you go on blind dates with other men. You can't live without a man, is it?!"

Angela's face paled, and she stood up, looking at him coldly. "Yes, I can't live without a man. But even so, I don't want to continue this marriage with you. I despise men who have been touched by other women!"

With that, she turned and left.

She hadn't walked far when she heard Kenneth's angry voice from behind. "Angela, stop right there!"

Angela pretended not to hear and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Kenneth stared coldly at the bedroom door, his eyes full of anger.

Suddenly, his phone, which was on the side, started ringing.

"Kenneth, has Angela not returned yet?" Owen asked.

"What's going on?" Kenneth replied.

"I just had my secretary check... The blind date the Mitchell family arranged for Charles was with Brenda. I had my secretary contact Brenda and found out she had something urgent, so she asked Angela to meet with Charles to explain." Owen revealed.

Receiving no response from Kenneth, Owen grew nervous. "Kenneth... Why aren't you speaking?"

Kenneth's voice was ice-cold as he said deliberately, "Next time, don't call me about things you're not sure of!"

He immediately hung up the phone, and as he thought about the harsh words he had hurled at Angela just now, a sense of guilt and a faint pain involuntarily rose within him.

It wasn't until dinner time that Angela emerged from the bedroom.

She carried a bag with her and proceeded to the foyer to change her shoes.

"Where are you going?" Kenneth asked.

After changing her shoes, Angela looked at Kenneth indifferently. "Mr. Sinclair, I don't think we should continue living together. I've decided to go back to the villa in Northpoint. If there's anything, have Kevin call me."

Kenneth's throat then felt dry, and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "Do you really hate me that much?"

"The things you've done make it hard not to hate you." After saying this, Angela turned and left.

After a while, Kenneth slowly set down his plate and, in one swift motion, swept all the dishes on the table onto the floor. His eyes were filled with icy rage.

Once Angela got back to the villa in Northpoint, she initially had intended to cook spaghetti for dinner but found nothing but water in the fridge.

She took her car keys and went straight to the supermarket, bought supplies for the week, had dinner at a nearby restaurant, and then returned home.

Just as Angela stepped out of the restaurant, she was suddenly bumped into by someone rushing past her. The impact caused her shopping bag to fall to the ground, spilling its contents everywhere.

The person who bumped into her was a girl in her late teens. Realizing her mistake, she quickly crouched down, apologizing profusely while helping Angela gather the items scattered on the ground, "I'm so sorry, miss! I didn't mean it!"

Angela calmly gathered her things and then turned to the guilt-ridden girl, advising, "Be careful next time. Don't run so fast. You might hurt yourself."

The girl's eyes showed a hint of guilt as she lowered her head and said, "Okay, I got it."

Angela didn't say anything more and headed straight to the underground parking lot.

As she drove away from the parking lot, Angela noticed a car was following her.

Her eyes then narrowed coldly, and she immediately called Kenneth. "Mr. Sinclair, call off your men now, or I'll call the police!"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end, Kenneth's cold voice came through. "I haven't sent anyone to follow you. Where are you now?"

Surprised by his response, Angela immediately hung up and wondered, 'If it's not someone sent by Kenneth, could it be Quentin?'

With that thought, Angela floored the accelerator of her red Lamborghini, speeding toward the city's outskirts.

However, Angela soon began to feel dizzy and weak.

She thought in shock, 'Have I been drugged? But when?'

Angela then remembered the girl who had bumped into her at the restaurant entrance.

Her eyes instantly filled with cold fury as she barely managed to grab her phone and dial Brenda's number. "Call the police for me!"

After uttering these words, Angela lost all her strength, and her phone slipped from her hand as the car veered uncontrollably toward the roadside.

Meanwhile, back in the villa, Kenneth, hearing a loud crash through the phone, turned extremely pale and immediately called Kevin, ordering coldly, "Locate Angela's phone now! Find out where she is!"

*****

When Angela regained consciousness, she found herself in excruciating pain all over her body. She looked down and noticed that she was tied to a rickety chair, her body covered in various cuts and bruises, some of which had already scabbed over.

Angela glanced around and realized that she was in an abandoned warehouse.

The entire warehouse had a few small windows around the perimeter, with only one door several feet away from her.

Angela initially thought of trying to untie the ropes binding her, but when she attempted to move, she realized she was too weak. Far from untying herself, she knew that she would undoubtedly fall to the ground without the chair's support.

As Angela pondered who could have taken her here, the warehouse door opened, and two figures walked in.

Upon recognizing Frank and Peter, Angela's eyes flashed with anger. "Frank, it's you!"

Frank sneered, "Yes, it's me, Angela. If you hadn't cornered me at the company and forced me out, I wouldn't have resorted to this.

"Stop talking and bring the contract for her to sign!"

Angela's expression turned grim. "What contract?"

"You'll know soon enough."

One of Peter's men approached with a contract, and Angela glanced at it, immediately recognizing it as the one Frank had shown her a few days ago.

"Untie Ms. Lewis."

Frank looked worried. "Mr. Jenkins, what if she runs away once we untie her?"

Peter reassured him confidently, "Don't worry. The drug effects last for 24 hours. She's definitely weak and unable to escape. Besides, we have hundreds of men outside this warehouse. She won't be able to get far!"

Having been unprepared last time at the restaurant, Peter had been beaten badly by Angela.

This time, with Angela drugged and hundreds of men with him, Peter was confident she couldn't escape.

"Alright."

After Peter's underling untied Angela, he looked at her smugly. "Ms. Lewis, if you sign the contract willingly, I might consider sparing your life."