Chapter 281 Not Answering
The bar was dimly lit, with the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses in the background. Dalton was lounging in a booth while Billy sat across from him.
Billy took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a thin plume of smoke. "So, Dalton, you’re actually going through with the divorce from Lydia?
"To be blunt, you should never have married her in the first place. Everyone in Kingsdom knew how Meryl was chasing after you for seven years, and you two had a whole engagement thing going on. Then, out of the blue, you get involved with Lydia.
"Your marriage to Lydia was a joke. She was just a mistress who got promoted, and now the rumors are flying around like crazy.
"But if you divorce now, it’s going to stir up a lot of trouble. The famous young master in Kingsdom might end up as the subject of everyone’s ridicule."
Dalton’s silence was heavy, the smoke curling from his cigarette as if to shield him from the harsh truth.
He thought, "Billy’s right. Let them laugh. I really don’t care anymore. I have enough on my plate to worry about without concerning myself with other people’s opinions."
Billy, having just lit another cigarette for Dalton, pressed on. "Dalton, what’s the reason for the divorce with Lydia? You’re not into her anymore?"
Dalton exhaled slowly, his voice barely a whisper. "The person I love is Meryl."
Billy’s jaw dropped.
He sat there, speechless, processing the revelation.
He thought, "Dalton admitted he loves Meryl? But she chased him for seven years before, and he barely noticed her? Was it all just pride? Or is it a case of ‘you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone’?"
Billy had sensed Dalton’s feelings for Meryl all along, but hearing it outright still shocked him. "So, she’s married to your Uncle Chandler now, and now you want to get a divorce just for her? Isn’t that a bit…"
He thought, "You brought this upon yourself."
Billy trailed off, seeing the cold, hard look on Dalton’s face.
He decided not to push further.
"Alright, but what about Lydia? She won’t sign the papers, right?"
Dalton shrugged. "I never actually married her."
Billy blinked in surprise.
As night fell, Dalton’s phone rang.
It was Lydia calling.
He glanced at it briefly and hit "end call" without hesitation.
The tattooed man, Harold Cruise, saw the call was cut off and scowled.
"Your husband’s not exactly winning any awards here. You call him, and he doesn’t even bother picking up?"
Lydia, biting her lip so hard it almost bled, was on the verge of tears.
She had anticipated Dalton ignoring her, but she had hoped, just a bit, for a different outcome.
Harold, loosening his belt, said, "Money makes everything easier, but without it…"
Lydia’s face turned pale with fear. "I’ll call again! Don’t touch me!"
She shakily dialed Dalton’s number once more, but he cut it off again without a second thought.
Desperation led Lydia to dial a third time, but Harold, having lost all patience, snatched the phone from her and threw it aside.
"Enough! I’m not waiting around all night!"
Harold signaled to his men behind him. "I’m up first! You guys wait your turn!"
Lydia’s heart sank at the implication of Harold’s words.
Terrified, she looked at the men advancing toward her and pointed to the quiet corner where Meryl sat.
"Don’t! Don’t touch me! She’s still a virgin! Go after her instead!"
Harold’s interest was instantly piqued. He turned towards Meryl with a predatory grin.
"Wow, still a virgin? Haven’t had that experience before. Let’s see what that’s like!"