Chapter 3 Never See You

The three of them fell into a tense silence.

No one knew what Bonnie would do next.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door slamming upstairs, and the woman came down with her luggage. She made no attempt to hide her disgust as she spoke, "I've packed my things. You can throw away whatever you don't need."

"See you," she waved, then corrected herself, "I mean, never see you." She left without a trace of nostalgia for the home she had lived in for five years.

This place was never really home. Bonnie had been Mrs. Barron for five years, but she had been ridiculed and looked down upon for the same amount of time. She had finally been freed.

After the woman left, Ambrose stared at the divorce certificate he had just received from the courthouse for a long time. Suddenly, it began to feel like a thorn in his side. He scowled and threw it directly into the trash.

Mrs. Barron looked conflicted and hesitant for a long time but eventually picked up the divorce certificate.

Meanwhile, as Bonnie walked out the door, she received a call from her best friend and agent, Danielle Esparza. Excitedly, Danielle asked, "Is it over? Are you divorced?"

Bonnie laughed, "Yes, I am."

"Great! You finally escaped the Barron family's hell. Let's go out for a drink tomorrow. I'll introduce you to some handsome guys, and we can start a beautiful new life!"

"Come on, I just got divorced. Is it really a good idea to introduce me to new guys so soon?"

"As long as you change men quickly, there's no sadness, only love!"

Just as the call ended, a speeding sports car flew past her luggage, missing it by only a few inches. Who could be so rude?

Still shaken, Bonnie stared at the familiar license plate and gritted her teeth, "Okay, but make sure you introduce me to more than just a few."

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The Star Bar was filled with neon lights and loud music, and a stunningly beautiful woman with glossy red lips lounged in a booth. She was breathtaking, and the men couldn't help but glance her way every now and then, their intentions clear and unashamed.

Danielle leaned in with a smile, "Hey, how do you feel? Like you've been reborn?"

"Uh-huh," Bonnie replied lazily, "It would be even better if it weren't so noisy."

"What's the point of being in a private room? Isn't this lively?" Danielle rolled her eyes in annoyance, "With so many men around, just pick one and have some fun. Why not?"

Bonnie's gaze swept over the crowd before finally settling on a man at the adjacent table. He sat upright and stood out among the others, exuding a sense of elegance and clarity.

"Him," she said.

"What?" Danielle hadn't reacted yet, but she saw Bonnie walk over with a smile and a hint of charm.

"Sir, would you like to have a drink with me?"

The man looked up and smiled, "I would be honored to accept an invitation from such a beautiful woman."

They then turned to the bar area and ordered two whiskies.

"Dariel."

"Bonnie," She replied with a smile as they clinked their glasses.

As Bonnie took a sip of her drink, she suddenly caught sight of a group of people heading towards the second-floor private room, with handsome men and beautiful women shining brightly among them.

Because the man's aura was too strong, she couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, and in an instant, she recognized the man.

It was Ambrose and his dream girl, Elaina Flores.

For a moment, she was stunned. The man across from her sensed her gaze and turned to look, their eyes meeting.

Ambrose saw who she was with and his eyes grew colder.

"What's wrong, Ambrose?" Elaina was smiling and chatting with her friends but stopped when she saw him freeze.

Ambrose coldly averted his gaze and strode away.

Bonnie also slowly turned her head, her gaze calm and without emotion, "Ex-boyfriend?" Dariel Ellis asked with interest.

"Something like that," Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "Ex-husband."

Dariel was not too surprised and chuckled a few times.

Their conversation was pleasant enough, and they had almost finished their drinks when Bonnie excused herself to go to the restroom to touch up her makeup.

Although she had a good tolerance for alcohol, she hadn't really drunk much in the many years she spent at Barron House. Today, she had a few too many sips and was feeling a bit dizzy and disoriented.

She stumbled a bit while walking but fortunately caught onto the wall before she almost fell.