Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce Chapter 70: Your Wife Doesn’t Want You

Chloe Reed dodged his hand and pressed on with her question. "Who got blacklisted?"

Walker Grant stared at her, the slight curve of his lips fading. "It’s getting late."

Chloe Reed ignored him, turning to the manager instead. "You blacklisted , didn’t you?"

The manager imdiately avoided her gaze. His shifty expression said it all.

"Hah!"

Chloe Reed crossed her arms and sneered. "Is your place the only one in all of Breyburn that gives foot massages?"

She turned on her heel and stord out.

Iris Yates, who had been standing to the side, stared with wide, unbelieving eyes. "You scumbag! How can you be such a bastard? So you’re allowed to be all flirty and intimate with your sister-in-law, but my Chloe can’t even co out for a relaxing massage?"

A layer of frost seed to cover Walker Grant’s dark eyes. "And which of your eyes saw being ’flirty and intimate’ with her?"

Iris Yates scoffed. "Do I need to? The rumors are all over our social circle. Seriously, have so decency. If you like your sister-in-law so much, then go be with her! Why are you wasting Chloe’s ti?"

Walker Grant’s voice was grim. "So you didn’t see anything, you’re just running your mouth? Did what happened last ti not teach you a lesson?"

"You!"

Iris Yates’s expression imdiately soured.

She shot Walker Grant a venomous glare. "You’re so tough, you’re so powerful, but your wife still doesn’t want you!"

With that, she turned and stord off.

Nathaniel Monroe, standing nearby, couldn’t help but comnt, "She’s got so serious nerve. Even I wouldn’t dare cuss you out like that!"

Walker Grant shot him a chilling glance. "What? Do you want to cuss out?"

"No, no, no!" Nathaniel Monroe hastily waved his hands and shook his head. "Walker, you misunderstood. That’s not what I ant."

Walker Grant coldly retracted his gaze and headed out of the establishnt.

But once outside, there was no sign of Chloe Reed.

A suffocating tightness gripped his chest.

Just then, his phone rang. He took it out and answered, "Hello?"

Miles Hawthorne’s cheerful voice ca through the line. "So you’re out of the hospital? Does that an you can drink? I’ve been back for a few days; how about we get the guys together?"

Walker Grant looked out at the world, now shrouded in twilight. "Send the address."

"..."

In the car, Iris Yates was still cursing up a storm.

She turned to Chloe Reed. "By the way, what was all that about earlier? You’re not getting divorced anymore?"

Chloe Reed’s breath hitched. "Yeah," she said. "We’re not, for the ti being."

Seeing the tense look on her friend’s face, Iris Yates’s intuition told her sothing was definitely wrong.

She changed the subject. "In that case, have you told Miles Hawthorne?"

Chloe Reed froze. "I forgot..."

Iris Yates said, "Well, give him a call now and tell him. Don’t let him go to all that trouble for nothing."

With one thing happening after another lately, Chloe Reed had completely forgotten she’d asked Miles Hawthorne to handle the divorce proceedings.

She quickly called Miles Hawthorne.

"I was just about to call you, and here you are," ca Miles Hawthorne’s cheerful voice. "Is this what they call being on the sa wavelength?"

Chloe Reed ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that. There’s sothing I need to tell you. It’s just..."

"It’s probably better if we talk in person," Miles Hawthorne said. "I’ll send you an address. Why don’t you co over?"

Chloe Reed thought for a mont. He was right. She agreed, "Okay, I’ll be there soon."

The address Miles Hawthorne sent was for a high-end club—a comprehensive venue for leisure, entertainnt, and business karaoke.