Janice caught sight of the sports car and her jaws dropped in disbelief. Was this man really that

wealthy?

Still resistant, she persisted, “Mia Bowen, he’s just leading you on. Only my son will offer youmarriage.”

Mia chuckled. “Is marriage supposed to be some sacred blessing? As if I care.”

Leaning against the sports car, Claude approached and glanced at Janice. She appeared

intimidated. “What do you want?”

“If you dare to bother Mia again, I’ll make sure your son rots in jail forever,” Claude warned, his voicedripping with menace.

Janice felt threatened. It wasn’t until Claude drove that she realized he was most likely involved in

her son’s arrest.

Unfortunately, the sports car had already driven away.

Janice slumped to the ground. She was suddenly filled with regret. If only she hadn’t crossed Mia.

What was she going to do now that her son was behind bars?

Meanwhile, Mia left the school with Claude.

She was taken aback by Felix’s arrest. She texted her former colleagues to inquire about the

situation and learned something unexpected.

One of the replies wrote: “I heard Mr. Quilter got arrested for some financial crimes. Seems like hecooked up some names to cheat money from the school and funneled investor funds into his ownpockets to buy houses for himself.”

Another texted: “Now that Mr. Quilter’s shady dealings are out, he’s been arrested. He might be lookingat a few years if he can’t cough up the cash to cover the losses. It’s outrageous. Good

thing you left when you did.” (1)

After reading her colleagues‘ gripes, Mia got a rough idea of why Felix got arrested. But she neverexpected Felix to be this shady behind the scenes. She never noticed it before.

Well, now she realized Felix wasn’t a good person.

Initially, she didn’t press Janice for charges. But Felix was now reaping what he sowed. Indeed, karmahad caught up with him.

Beside her, Claude hesitated. “Mia, was that old lady Felix’s mother?”

“Yes. Felix was arrested, and it’s not looking good for him.” Mia sighed.

“Mia, are you worried about him?” Claude asked.

Mia raised an eyebrow. “Why would I worry about a lowlife like Felix? He brought this onto himself.

Claude breathed a sigh of relief.

He cautiously probed, “Mia, don’t overthink it. But I think I heard that old lady mention your

divorce. I’m not sure if I misheard.”

Mia paused. “So you heard.”

“Maybe I misheard,” Claude reasoned.

“No, Claude, you heard right. I got a divorce.” Mia didn’t bother hiding it anymore. After all, her brotherswould replace out eventually.

Claude’s expression shifted at this, and he immediately parked the car on the side of the road. Heturned to her. “Mia, are you serious? Who’s the guy?”

How dare he demand a divorce? It was a blessing to marry Mia! Yet that bastard didn’t cherish it!

Mia pursed her lips. “Claude, it doesn’t matter who he is. Anyway, I’m done with him.”

“Don’t worry, Mia. I got your back. You used to be on your own, but now you’ve got us. Who’s your ex–husband? How dare he divorce you!”

Mia fell silent for a moment. “I’m the one who wanted the divorce.”

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