A Billionaire After Divorce

SNEERING CONTEMPTUOUSLY

Hearing someone mention Mr. Maguire in such a heart-wrenching yell, Isabella feels a heart-stopping adrenaline rush through her veins, all the way to her bone marrow and her mouth slightly pats open in surprise.

What could have possibly happened to Mr. Maguire at this crucial moment?

Her heart momentarily stops beating as she briskly makes her way to the young lady a few steps away, asking exasperatedly, "What happened to Mr. Maguire?"

"How can I know when I'm just coming in? Please get off my back, I hate people infiltrating my personal space," the young lady is quite rude and saucy as she snaps at Isabella with reckless abandon, even hissing thereafter and crinkling her nose as if Isabella was some piece of garbage.

Isabella's eyes dim, "You b-" She is about to lash out at the young lady but for the sake of figuring out what is going on, she swallows back her words and merely glares at her before moving to the next lady close by, repeating the same question.

On a natural day, Isabella wouldn't be this curious, eager, and exasperated to find out what is going on with some man, but this is happening because this particular man is not just any man, but Henry Maguire!

And who is Henry Maguire to her? Well, turns out Henry Maguire is the man she came to this party for...

Yes, the man she wanted to rely on and her suitor for years now.

She possibly couldn't stand idly without at least finding out what happened to her soon-to-be benefactor.

Meanwhile, back at the secluded corner, Jordan can't help but frown.

This is because the hypnotism on Henry would be interrupted if someone forcefully tried to wake him up.

Ah! He'd thought all this time that Henry went back home, little did he think that he wouldn't leave but choose to stay back here.

His gaze follows the gaze of others as they look toward where the yell came from, and right there in a secluded corner like the one Jordan is in, is a lady with heavy makeup and a tiny short gown, barely covering her ass cheeks, trying to get some advantage from Henry Maguire.

Henry Maguire is an infamous womanizer, everyone knows that, and so does the heavy makeup lady, who has been his customer a few times in the past. Just a while ago, she'd been striding through the corner when she happened to catch sight of Henry, and she didn't waste a second to rush up to him.

That was how she found out that Henry was acting abnormally because even after three minutes, Henry wasn't responding to her touches, the Henry she knew would have been banging her with reckless abandon in just two minutes. Because of this, she tried to get him into her by tapping and yelling and ended up interrupting the hypnotism.

Henry's brow twist disconcertingly as he tries to figure out how he got here and what he is doing here. As far as he can remember, a few minutes ago, he was trying to hook up with the beautiful stranger but that punk suddenly challenged him and they were about to get into a brawl when everything went blank and now here he is.

Wait, everything suddenly went blank! It must be the trick of that punk!

His eyebrows scrunch together and his fists clenches into balls, his muscles stretching. "You!" He snarls furiously, unceremoniously shoves the heavy makeup lady off him, and darts toward Jordan, his breathing erratic.

But if he is the one Henry is darting towards, Jordan doesn't even raise a brow, let alone tense up. In the face of Henry's anger, he remains calm and as cool as ice.

He has over nine ways to make Henry quiet, so why would he be bothered? In fact, he has to do something. He makes to move, but at this moment, Isabella hurries over to Henry and stands in his front, deterring his path, and stopping him from moving further.

'Isabella?' Henry raises a brow, and in the blink of an eye, all the anger on his face fades, and he puts up a fake smile, pretending to be gentle.

Jordan sneers. He knows Henry's type so well to know that he is only pretending to be a gentleman, so he could leave a good impression on Isabella. Silly man.

Henry nods at Isabella in what he deems a subtle greeting and a sign that he is not up to anything drastic and gently moves her out of the way before making his way to Jordan.

"Punk, what did you do to me? You better tell the truth because I'll sure call the cops to check if you harmed me in any way!" Without further ado, he snaps at Jordan.

'What?' Isabella's heartbeat quickens and she begins picking on her dress, seemingly nervous. "Uhm," she swallows a lump of spittle and walks up to Henry, saying almost breathlessly, "I apologize for whatever it is he did to you. Please for my sake, can you just let it go?"

Henry's eyes dilate and his mouth slightly pats open. First of all, it was this beautiful stranger saying Jordan was her boyfriend, and now Isabella is apologizing on his behalf and asking for her sake that he forget everything. Who is this punk really?

He looks over at Isabella, asking somewhat coldly, "Why would someone like you be apologizing for that punk?"

"Uhm," Isabella nibbles on her lower lip and lowers her gaze to the floor. "It... It is because that punk is my ex-husband!"

"Oh, my, really?" Henry is utterly flabbergasted. But that doesn't last long as he soon bursts out laughing and after a while stops and casts a condescending gaze at Jordan, jeering, "Who could have thought you are Isabella's ex-husband?

"Hahaha, well I'm not surprised, a loser like you could have been nothing but a live-in-son-in-law! Bro, I've heard so much about you from Avery!

"And from all she told me, it is safe to say that you are just as useless as a pointless peephole! Hah, I am so ashamed on your behalf!" He sways his gaze to the beautiful stranger, adding,

"This is the man you actually chose as your lovey-dovey thingy? Girl, you really suck at choosing men! I feel so sorry for you because you have been cheated! That punk is nothing! Nothing at all!"

If he had intended to make the beautiful stranger feel bad and regretful, that doesn't work at all as she merely smiles and retorts derisively, "Fancy you running your mouth at him, do you really have what it takes to do that? At least think about your life before going about cursing and mocking others.

"To be honest, compared to Jordan, I think you are the one that is good for nothing, a nothing in fact!

"At least it is no secret to everyone in the top families that you are just a playboy and as a result, no lady in those families is willing to marry you. Thinking about it, that should be the reason you could only find a girl like Isabella, who turns out to be Jordan's ex-wife, right?

"You bitch!" Henry snarls cold-bloodedly, seemingly about to pick a fight, but at this moment, an approaching movement is heard, causing him to halt and look to know who the intruder might be.

It is an old man. And he has a frown on his face, seemingly because of the mess, and is briskly walking towards them.

Catching a thorough glance at this old man, Henry laughs and sneers contemptuously, "Now this punk would be kicked out!"