Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0051

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I rushed past the two bulky men who had permanent scowls on their faces and seemed to be manning the entrance and up the short stairs. And there he was. The retarded bastard.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see one of the men. "You're not allowed here," he stated simply but moved back to his position after he looked above my head.

I turned back to Joel who had his arms wrapped around

I squinted at the lady clinging to his side, a huge smile on her face. I knew her. Sandra. She was Bella's friend; Bella was always with her. What was she doing with Joel? Well, I didn't come here for her.

I stopped when my gaze dropped on her neck. But I did come for the necklace on her neck. It was exactly the one I had custom made for Grace. So she wasn't just a whore but also a thief. F'll get to her later, first I needed to show this douchebag and bastard called Joel a lesson.

I switched my gaze to the man I was here for. I felt my hand tremble and I clenched it as my anger boiled within me even more when he bent his head and kissed Sandra on the lips. Then he turned to me, "Sydney,

me from head to toe, "Why are you here?" He curved a proud brow, "Are you here for

anger as I glowered at him, thinking of the best way to rip his

his chin at the chair opposite him, "You can sit there

The nerve!

bit unusual," I heard him say to

piece of my mind and threaten to report him to the authority if he didn't apologize to Grace but right now, I was too furious to even let out one coherent

I furiously looked around me. I stomped to the table nearest to me and the occupants of the table - two ladies - cowered as I approached. I disregarded them and snatched a beer- bottle from

tad bit remorseful. He, somehow, scratched my friend's face and broke her heart. How dare he put my friend in a hospital bed while he

at a giggling Sandra and then just as he

of the bottle smeared his hair and trickled down his face and the broken pieces scattered everywhere. I could hear the gasps and bridled screams in the background as my blood pulsed through my veins, my grip tightened on the lid of the bottle that remained in my

humor wiped from his face as he let out an agonizing shout and slumped on the floor. His hand

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