Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

He looked taken aback as his eyes took in my furious expression. "Sydney," he reiterated and the sound of his voice repeating my name had seriously started to irritate me.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Where is Joel?"

His lips seemed to wobble for a while before he was able to get his words out. "How did you get here?" Then his brows creased and his eyes softened as he took a step forward toward me. He pointed at the door behind me, "For how long were you behind that door, Sydney?" His eyes searched mine, probing." What did you hear just now?" He started to stride toward me after he asked the last question.

I raised my palm in the air to stop him. He instantly halted his strides and concern and confusion swirled in his gaze as they met mine.

"Sydne-" he started, but I couldn't bear to hear my name from his lips one more time.

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you stop saying my name and just tell me where the fuck Joel is?" My words burst out hotly, fueled by frustration, anger and hurt.

"Why do you want to see Joel? Is there any problem?" His gaze was soft and his voice was calm, but it grated on my nerves. ently clawing s

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Oh God. I wanted to pull my hair tight and scream, to let out all the pent-up emotions currently my insides. Or perhaps I should lift one of these wooden chairs and hurl it at him.

"I need to see him! Where is he?" My voice was coated with the anger boiling in me.

He regarded me with a steady, assessing gaze and it felt like an eternity before he finally parted his lips to speak in a measured tone. "I believe he should be at the Mili bar right now," he said then quickly added, What do you need from him?"

I clenched my jaw and I felt the frustration boiling inside me. With deliberate intent, I ignored his question and turned on my heel, and the sound of my footsteps echoed off the polished floors of the study. I stormed towards the heavy oak door, my hand trembling with anger as I reached for the handle. With a quick, forceful motion, I yanked the door open and stormed out. The resounding slam of the door echoed through the hall.

As I stomped down the hallway, the sound of Rose's outburst echoed, disrupting the serene atmosphere of the house. Her voice, loud and whining, carried down the hallway, filled with resentment: "Mark! Have you seen this now? Did you see the way your wife regarded me? Did you see the way she just ignored me? I don't exist to her. I never have!"

There was a moment of silence and I could catch the muffled sound of Mark's voice. He was probably responding to Rose. But it didn't last long before Rose's voice rose again, 'I don't care! I don't care, Mark! No matter the reason, you have to divorce her. No one would dare kick you out of the board. She has to leave our family...

Her words gradually drifted away as I moved farther away from the study.

Why was I even angry? I thought, mad at myself, as I swiftly descended the stairs. I should've known I was being used. Just like how dad and mom had used me to get into the Torres family when their beloved daughter fled with her lover. I should have known Mark also had a reason, apart from his damned reputation, for refusing to sign the divorce papers. He was using me to secure his position in GT Group.

I reached downstairs, walked past the hulky security guard and got into my car, slightly wincing as I slammed the door too hard. I sped off the Torres family mansion and went straight for the Mili bar. It was a good thing it was Luigi's bar and I already knew where it was located. It would have been daunting if had to start asking for directions with the anger boiling within me right now.

I veered sharply into the cramped space of Mili Bar's parking lot. The tires screeched against the pavement as my foot hastily slammed down on the brakes and I narrowly averted colliding into the looming behind me.

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Even during the day, the bar was packed and I briefly wondered if they were here because they were jobless. I felt their curious eyes on me as I stopped in the middle of the bar and scanned the area. None of them looked like the picture I saw on Grace's phone or the image of Joel I still had in my memory.

Then it occured to me that someone like Joel, someone in Mark's circle of friends, wouldn't be down here but at the VIP section. I looked up the tinted glass of the section. The heads of the people there leaked out above the railings just beside the entrance.