Chapter 342

Chapter 342:
Avoiding trouble became her only goal; the last thing she wanted was for Millie to drag her feet and hold up the divorce. Original content can be found at.net
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Restlessness took hold of Vivian as she wandered through her home, clutching her phone tightly.
Why hadn’t any updates come through yet?
Arrangements for collecting the five million had already been made, but the rest of the plan remained uncertain.
Every step needed to be flawless. If Millie uncovered any of this and spoke with Brandon, the divorce might unravel completely.
Even after the required 30-day waiting period, both parties would have to collect the divorce certificate within the following month.
With these worries swirling, Vivian couldn’t resist dialing the contact again.
A few rings later, the call finally connected.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Is everything moving along?”
A low male voice responded, “We’re on it.”
Vivian pressed further, her tone barely audible. “Be sure to comb through all their online records. If there’s any kind of automatic release set up, it could ruin everything.”
“Got it,” came the calm reply. Not wanting any slip-ups, Vivian asked, “Where exactly are you? Don’t come back until you know for sure.”
“Outside the city,” the voice replied. Just then, a loud crash echoed through the call, something heavy clearly hitting the ground.
A harsh curse burst from the deep voice. “Damn it!” And then, the line went dead.
Out on the city’s edge, Alexia made her way toward the Hussain estate, a cheerful tune spilling from her lips.
Hidden away in the depths of the family mansion’s cellar, a prized bottle of wine waited for her.
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Plans had already begun forming in her mind—a proper celebration for Millie’s divorce decree, which would be official by tomorrow.
Her song carried her down a narrow track, but her steps faltered when a sudden, jarring crash split the quiet air ahead. Startled, she froze. What on earth was that sound?
A sharp curve revealed the scene—a black car idling not far down the road. The vehicle shot ahead, as if desperate to leave something—or someone—behind.
Alexia’s eyes tracked a shape tumbling violently across the gravel. For one horrified moment, she realized it looked unmistakably human.
To her shock, the car’s tires rolled over the sprawled figure again, not even hesitating.
No accident, this—whoever sat behind the wheel had done it on purpose.
“Ah!” A piercing scream tore from Alexia’s throat.
Her mind refused to process what she had just seen.
With trembling hands, she guided her car to the shoulder, hazard lights flickering like frantic fireflies.
As the black vehicle vanished down the road, Alexia wasted no time dialing 911.
Giffard and Brandon arrived together at the local police station.
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