Divorce Clock Ticking (Kenneth and Angela)
Chapter 79

Brenda shook her head. "Nah, it has got nothing to do with that. Just some family stuff."

Angela, on hearing this, didn't dig deeper. "Alright, got it. If you need any help, just hit me up."

"Okay."

Not long after Brenda left, Angela received a call from the organizers of a prestigious domestic fashion design competition.

"Hey, Ms. Lewis, this year's design showdown is happening in Lithoria next month. We want you on the judging squad. Are you up for it?"

Since Angela had won the championship at the design competition for three consecutive years, the organizers contacted her every year to invite her as a judge when the competition registration began. Previously, Angela had always declined due to her responsibilities in taking care of Kenneth.

However, after some consideration, Angela agreed this time.

"Sure, please send me the details of the time and location, and I'll arrange my schedule accordingly."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Angela couldn't hear a response with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Is the line disconnected?" she asked.

"I can hear you. I'll send the time and location to your phone right away."

"Okay."

After hanging up, the organizer sent Angela the details and then excitedly went to the supervisor's office. "Ms. Lewis agreed to be a judge!"

The supervisor looked at him with disbelief. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes. She even asked me to send her the time and location just now."

Once Angela's agreement was confirmed, the supervisor quickly said, "Call the publicity department now and let them announce that Elia is one of the judges."

"Okay!"

Soon, the news that Elia would be one of the judges for the national design competition spread rapidly, dominating a hot search on social media. Comments below were filled with designers expressing their intention to participate.

[If I could get feedback from Elia, joining this competition seems like a great idea.]

[I heard Elia has always been keeping a low profile. The organizers invited her many times, and she never agreed. Is she planning to take on apprentices this time?]

[Didn't Elia establish a studio? Maybe she wants to recruit designers for the studio, so she's participating.]

[Oh, my idol! I heard that during the finals, not only will there be on-site design, but the judges will also give live feedback. If I don't make it to the finals, I'll buy a ticket to see my idol.]

The discussions on social media were lively, and Jennifer, of course, knew about this.

Having just registered for the competition, Jennifer had previously won awards in some design competitions abroad. Now, as she aimed to enter the domestic market, she wanted to achieve impressive results in the national design competition to gain recognition.

Thinking about this, she suddenly remembered the offer Kenneth had made to acquire the Empyria Group. He did that to help her gain some experience.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to call Kenneth.

"Do you need something?" Kenneth's tone was frosty, a far cry from his usual warmth.

Jennifer nibbled her lip, holding back her feelings. "Kenneth, you said you would snag the Empyria Group for me, right? Do you remember that?"

Kenneth's eyes on the papers paused. "Yeah, I remember. But it ran into a snag. I'll set you up with another company soon."

Disappointment flashed in Jennifer's eyes, and she spoke softer. "When, Kenneth?"

"At the latest, three months."

"Alright, thanks, Kenneth."

"I got a meeting coming up. That's all."

As Kenneth hung up the phone, Jennifer's lips were tight in frustration. Kenneth used to wait for her to finish the call, no matter how busy he was. But now, he was dismissive. 'It's all because of Angela!' she thought.

A steely glint flickered in Jennifer's eyes. 'When I am at Kenneth's level, he'll realize Angela isn't the one for him. Kenneth and I are the perfect match!' she said to herself inwardly.

At the Sinclair Group, Kenneth summoned Kevin. "Sort out the Brocado Design Company's files for me, and get it transferred under Jennifer's name."

'Once that is done, I won't owe Jennifer a thing,' he thought.

Kevin nodded. "Sure thing, Mr. Sinclair."

"Okay, you can go."

After Kevin left, Kenneth was about to review some documents when a sudden jolt of pain shot through his legs. With each occurrence, the pain intensified, becoming more and more severe. It left Kenneth pale, sweat forming on his forehead. After calling Angela, he blacked out.

When he woke up, it was past ten at night. He found himself in his villa's bedroom, Angela wiping his sweat with a damp cloth.

"You're awake. Is your leg still hurting?"

Kenneth shook his head, attempting to sit up, but he felt weak.

Angela put down the cloth,

approached, and supported him. "Let me help. You sweated a lot, and Joseph just finished acupuncture. Feeling weak is normal."

Once up, Kenneth looked at Angela, asking, "What happened to my leg? Why the sudden cramps and the pain was unbearable?"

"Probably a lingering effect from the last car accident, plus walking after acupuncture strained your body."

"Did Dr. Harrison suggest anything?"

"For now, bed rest is best. Sitting all day affects leg circulation."

Kenneth nodded. "Got it."

Seeing he was fine, Angela asked about his dinner preference.

"Just make some spaghetti."

The cook unexpectedly took leave today to tend to some family stuff.

"Sure."

While preparing spaghetti, Angela got a call from an unknown number. "Angie, help me!"

The call turned into curses and Brenda's screams.

Angela's face changed. The call ended, and when she tried to reconnect with Brenda, she found Brenda's phone was off.

'Brenda is in trouble!' she thought.

Handing the spaghetti to Kenneth, Angela, with a cold expression, said, "I've got something to handle. Finish your spaghetti and rest." "It's late. Where are you going?"

Angela left hurriedly, ignoring his question.

Kenneth immediately called Kevin and said coldly, "Angela just left. Catch up with her. Ensure her safety."

Outside the mansion, Angela, checking Brenda's call location, drove towards a suburb.

Brenda, a local in Lithoria, lived in the remote countryside of the city, hours away by car.

Soon, Angela got a message.

After reading, she abruptly turned the car back to the downtown.

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at Euphoria Groove, Lithoria's largest entertainment club.

Angela walked in briskly, heading straight to the eighth floor.

She then kicked open Room 8818's door.

Inside, the dim lights revealed an inappropriate scene. Angela's face turned cold, and she directly turned on the lights, flooding the room as bright as daylight. Everyone inside froze.

"Damn it! Who the hell turned on the light!"

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Angela's gaze swiftly scanned the room. In a corner, she spotted Brenda, disheveled, pinned down by a man. Angela's eyes turned icy cold, almost freezing.

She quickly walked to where the two were, yanked the man away, and delivered a punch to his face.

"Ouch!"

A scream echoed in the room. Others quickly rushed forward, surrounding Angela.

Leading them was a man with one eye, full of scarred muscles on his face.

He sneered at Angela, "Beauty, you barged in inexplicably. Today, things won't be so simple!"

Angela coldly stared at him, her eyes devoid of any warmth. "Enough talk. Are you coming at me one by one or all together?" The man's smiling face was filled with contempt, his tone mocking. "If we come at you together, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."