Divorce Time

Chapter 393

Kevitt Smith glanced around the lively room, his students gathered around him like a constellation of eager minds. Among them stood Vesta, the lone face from the East, standing out like a cherry blossom in a garden of roses.

The crowd buzzed with whispers and admiration as they learned that Vesta was not only a brilliant PhD student under the legendary Kevitt Smith, but also the girlfriend of Thorne Henderson, an enviable position that seemed to embody all the luck and beauty the world could offer.

“Wow, I can’t believe she’s Kevitt Smith’s student. That’s incredible!” someone exclaimed, nearly spilling their drink in excitement.

“And she’s stunning to boot! It’s like the universe just handled her everything on a silver platter. So unfair!” another lamented.

“Don’t even get me started! She’s also dating Thorne Henderson? How is that even fair? I give up!” a third person groaned theatrically, rolling their eyes.

of envy and admiration swirling around her, became an instant focal point. People jostled to introduce themselves, hoping a bit of her brilliance might rub off on

the more outgoing attendees, eyes twinkling with mischief, nudged Thorne and said, “Mr. Henderson, it seems like you’ve got all the good fortune wrapped around your little

a couple of years now. Why haven’t you tied the knot yet? Is my student’s heart that hard to win over? If so,

the lightheartedness infectious. Not everyone was amused, though. Charlene and Stewart stood off to the side, their expressions remaining neutral, while Dalton Ramirez, having just

Smith’s illustrious past in Al, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness as he overheard the playful chiding about Thorne and

chose to keep their distance, a silent acknowledgment of the tension that had been

a new, less flattering light, decided to make the first move, approaching Stewart with a formality that was a far cry from their previous camaraderie. “Mr. Ferguson,” he greeted curtly, the

not inclined to exchange pleasantries, I won’t force the issue. Let’s keep things strictly professional

Mr. Ferguson,” he replied, his tone icy as he cast a quick, frosty glance

at the absurdity of it all, but before he could dwell on

reaching far and wide. It was no wonder that Kevitt Smith, a titan from the