Countdown to My Divorce

Everyone in the living room stiffened the moment they heard that cold, deep voice.

Only Tyler could speak with such charisma. All of Yurella City knew that if a voice alone could make one’s skin crawl and breath hitch, it had to be his.

Rachel froze on the spot. It was as if her feet weighed a million pounds. She couldn’t move.

She hadn’t expected Tyler to show up at the Lloyd residence, especially not at this hour. Even if Yvette had drugged him, it hadn’t done any real harm.

She had assumed Tyler’s words to Yvette earlier had just been an empty threat. She had never thought he’d actually come here to confront them.

Dressed as always in a black suit, Tyler looked even more formidable tonight. His defined features and cold aura gave him an almost inhuman edge. His tailored suit hugged his tall frame perfectly, and the dark tie only emphasized his elite demeanor.

His usually tousled hair was slicked back today, adding an even fiercer edge to his brow line.

He strode in and sat down with his legs crossed. His gaze was unreadable. Every inch of him radiated aloof dominance.

The moment Gerald saw Tyler, his stern expression turned into a smile.

you were coming, we would’ve prepared something

“Gerald, how’s

eagerly.

good to hear. I’d hate for

placed one elbow on the armrest, lazily tapping a finger against his cheek. Despite the casual

a deep

Lloyd family, Gerald was the undisputed authority. He’d served in the military, and that tough, unyielding personality

had never been able to convince

Living under the same roof would’ve only brought Jim more trouble. In the end,

clearly taken aback by Tyler’s blunt words. The smile on his face began to fade,

you not here as a guest?

the table. His gaze was sharp and unreadable, and although

after switching heiresses, not only has the Lloyd family failed

he let out a soft chuckle. It wasn’t