I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 66

Stella was shocked. “N-no way? It can’t be true.”

Harold hummed and said, “Well, let’s just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Stella was at a loss. Yves cared about appearances and wanted a procession of luxury cars for the wedding. That was why she agreed to help.

She never expected that Isabel’s ex-boyfriend would be invited.

‘But… Isabel had a lavish spending habit. There’s no way she will let go of a wealthy boyfriend like Mr. Eastwood.

Although Yves came from a well-off family with assets worth at least over 2 million dollars, he was still far behind Mr. Eastwood.’

Unable to understand the situation, she decided to let it go. Overthinking was only giving her a headache. Stella then reminded Harold, “Harold, today is a big day for Yves. Don’t cause any unnecessary trouble. I’ll wedding cars.”

go

and urge the

The girls at the photo studio spent half an hour preparing the wedding cars. The bride’s car was a Cullinan, driven by Wayne.

The high-end and imposing Mercedes-Benz AMG G63 was also eye-catching. Oliver made the switch with Charles and opted for the cheaper Mercedes-Benz S450, while Charles took the wheel of his Mercedes-Benz AMG G63. This was to avoid any potential awkwardness if Yves and Isabel saw him there.

Thinking about Isabel made Oliver’s heart twinge in pain. After all, he had invested his emotions in her, only to be heartlessly dumped because he was poor.

Harold intentionally initiated a conversation with Oliver. As long as Oliver was not entangled in any illicit or perilous endeavors, Harold had no cause for concern. He simply wanted to delve into the story behind Oliver’s remarkable success and learn how he had managed to amass his fortune.

After all 18 wedding cars were ready, Stella led the team back to Yves’ house.

What further surprised Oliver was that Yves’ house was also located in the Juset Riveria Residences. However, it was not in the exclusive mansion area where Oliver resided. Instead, it was situated in the high-rise area to the north. Yves’ house was in Block 22, a complex consisting entirely of 22-story villas.

Yves’ house occupied the first and second floors of Block 22, with an additional basement floor. On the ground floor, there was a private garden of 800 square feet.

This type of villa with a private garden was worth about 1 million dollars. Although it could not be compared with a standalone mansion, it could only be afforded by wealthy families.

that signified celebration. There was also a red carpet on the ground that

of luxury cars

artistic photo displayed a beautiful woman and a handsome

It was indeed true!

to say. He did not even

unsure of what to do. However, considering that Yves and Isabel would be sitting in the Cullinan,

best to cover it up

was not one to let things slide. He went into the house to look for

up early that day, dressed in a brand-new suit, looking

him with a pat on the shoulder and a hearty laugh. “Harold, sorry about that. I didn’t have time to tell you, but we no longer need your car

stared at him as he

as your wedding car when you get married, just let

Harold chuckled. “Sure!”

talk to Yves about Oliver directly. But seeing Yves’ smugness, he held back and decided to bring

similar financial situation. Although they usually appeared friendly to each other, they often competed behind the scenes. Today’s incident would give

out of the car when they arrived. It was clear that he

half past seven, the groom’s side was ready. The wedding procession consisted of more than 30 people and 18 cars, all dazzling and luxurious. Most of them were Yves’

no one even bothering to sit in it. He was

house, but now,

was much more ordinary. When they arrived, Oliver

classmates.

come. He would have asked Fabian to arrange for someone else

After all, no one would pay attention to him.

things did not go as Oliver had imagined. Harold was a popular figure, and Isabel’s bridesmaids blocked him as

got

out of the car.

with monetary gifts,

pointed at the car outside and said mischievously, “Out there, in the Mercedes-Benz with the temporary license plate 008 sits an unmarried billionaire. That’s much more exciting