"Ahh!" Carly's scream forced Adam to slam on the brakes, bringing the Rolls-Royce to a sudden halt. Gasping for air, she was visibly shaken. "Adam, why were you driving so fast?"
Adam's expression remained dark. He glanced ahead, noticing that the Lamborghini he had nearly caught up to had already sped off into the distance during his brief stop. Pressing his lips together, he asked, "Are you okay?"
Carly nodded. "I'm fine," she replied, then added bitterly, "I can't believe Celine is cozying up to Nathan. Did you see her dancing in the club earlier? I bet she spent her time in the countryside learning tricks to seduce men after dropping out of school at sixteen! That woman has no shame!"
Adam's gaze hardened as images of Celine dancing alluringly on the dance floor replayed in his mind. Carly was right—Celine clearly knew how to seduce men. That must be why Nathan, who had such high standards for women, fell for her.
"Adam, did you finalize the divorce with Celine today?" Carly asked.
"Not yet," Adam replied.
Carly was taken aback. "Why not? I thought you went to settle it today."
"Grandma is very fond of Celine. Considering her health, I decided to postpone the divorce for now," Adam explained. Mary's intervention in the divorce? Carly knew Mary had never been fond of her; instead, she favored Celine and constantly supported her. This truth left Carly feeling deeply threatened.
She couldn't help but wonder if Adam and Celine would remain married as long as Mary was around, preventing her from ever becoming Mrs. Alvarez.
Feeling frustrated, Carly asked, "Adam, why do you always listen to your grandmother? What about me? I'm not getting any younger, and a woman's youth is her most valuable asset. How much longer do you expect me to wait?"
Adam glanced at her. "If you had agreed three years ago, you would already be my wife, and Celine would never have had the chance to take your place!"
His sharp words left Carly momentarily speechless. Realizing she needed to change her approach, she softened her tone, leaned closer, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, Adam. I just want to marry you so badly. Don't you feel the same way?"
However, her softened demeanor failed to sway Adam that night. Gently removing her hands from his neck, he said indifferently, "I'll take you home."
Left with no choice, Carly leaned back in her seat, her eyes glinting with a cold determination. She hated waiting passively. When she wanted something, she made it happen. Adam and Celine's divorce had to be finalized soon—no one, not even Mary, could stand in her way!
Half an hour later, Adam arrived home, parking his Rolls-Royce on the lawn of the Alvarez Residence. Entering the living room, he found it empty. Celine was nowhere to be seen. His irritation grew. She should have been home by now; Nathan must have dropped her off long ago. Unless they had gone somewhere else together.
Pulling out his phone, Adam dialed her number. When she answered after a brief ringtone, he asked coldly, "Celine Tate, why aren't you home yet?"
Celine replied calmly, "Have you forgotten, Mr. Alvarez? I told you I won't be returning to the Alvarez Residence anymore."
Adam retorted, "How am I supposed to explain that to Grandma if she doesn't see you? Get back here this instant! Why do you insist on staying out? Who are you even with?"