She want divorce

After what I told him, Carl made some desperate calls. After thirty minutes of pleading and begging, a smile finally appeared on his face. "Ma'am, Mr. Li has agreed to meet you."

His face, however, was still shrouded in worry. "Ma'am, you'll take care of it, right?" he asked, his brows furrowed in desperation.

"Don't worry so much. Just tell me where I need to meet him," I replied, my gaze drifting toward the people walking outside the window.

Carl fumbled through his tablet. "It's at the Blue Moon Hotel… um, it'll take about an hour to reach there." He looked at me for affirmation.

"Let's go! But first, we need to visit an important place." A grin spread across my face as I stared out the car window.

Carl, noticing my grin, looked a little worried but still gestured to the driver to start the car.

As the car moved, a cold wind seeped in through the partially closed window. The icy breeze brushed against my skin, and my body jolted as memories of my accident suddenly flooded my mind.

My hands frantically moved over my body, checking to ensure everything was still intact. My breaths came in shallow gasps, and my eyes darted around in panic.

The sound of the window sliding up brought me back to reality. My gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, where Carl was watching me with a soft smile. "The weather is starting to get cold," he said gently.

I rubbed my forearms, trying to shake off the lingering fear from those haunting memories. "Yeah. Keep the windows closed from now on," I replied, my voice steady but firm.

Carl nodded at my words through the mirror and turned his focus back to the road.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I leaned my head against the window. I whispered to myself, "It's okay… It's okay. Everything's over. I'm safe now."

---

Inside the luxurious suite of a hotel, three men were gathered.

Lucifer was reviewing the CCTV footage as he muttered, "You know, Boss, there's a rumor going around about you."

Arthur, seated in his wheelchair, was engrossed in a stack of documents.

He let out a low hum in response. "Hm?"

"People are calling you a three-minute man," Lucifer said, still scrolling through the footage with a smirk.

But his smug expression quickly froze when he felt a cold, piercing stare at the back of his head. He turned to find Felix glaring at him with an expression that could only be described as murderous.

"Why are you staring at me like that? I swear, I didn't mess anything up this time," Lucifer said, his voice uneasy, though he instinctively prepared to defend himself.

Felix's eyes burned with anger as he took slow, deliberate steps toward Lucifer, who was now planning his escape route. "Who called Boss a three-minute man?" Felix asked coldly, his tone dripping with menace.

"And why are you saying 'people call him'? Are they still alive? You haven't dealt with them yet?" Felix tilted his head with a crazed look, tightening his grip on Lucifer's collar.

Lucifer stammered, "You should've said 'called him.' It's in the past, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," he added quickly, his palms sweating as his eyes darted toward Arthur for help. But Arthur, too absorbed in his paperwork, didn't even glance up.

In a bid to change the subject, Lucifer shoved the tablet screen toward Felix. "Look! I found a suspicious person."

Felix grabbed the tablet with a serious expression, his fury momentarily subsiding. Lucifer leaned closer, trying to see what Felix had noticed.

"Who is it?" Lucifer asked impatiently, but Felix remained silent, his brows furrowed as he focused on the footage.

Annoyed, Lucifer snatched the tablet back. "What the f*ck!" he exclaimed, his sharp, frustrated tone echoing through the room.

Arthur paused his work and looked up briefly. "Who is it?" His voice was deep, calm, and commanding.

Lucifer darted toward Arthur with a firm grip on the tablet, but Felix grabbed his elbow mid-step. "It has nothing to do with Boss," Felix said firmly.

Lucifer's frustration deepened. "Are you kidding me? If it's nothing to do with him, then who?" He yanked his arm free and glared at Felix.

"We already know the lengths she's gone to drag Boss down. Every time Boss asked for a divorce, that old man refused," Lucifer said.

Lucifer jabbed at the screen. "She's practically screaming for a divorce with stunts like this. Why don't we just help her with it?" A twisted smirk spread across his face. "She's not worthy of being a Valentine."

Lucifer showed Arthur the footage.

Arthur remained unfazed, his expression as calm as the sea. His eyes flicked briefly toward the footage before returning to his papers. "Do whatever you want," he said in a low, even tone.

Felix's tense expression didn't waver as he glared at Lucifer, who was now grinning mischievously. "Don't go overboard," Felix warned.

"Don't be such a sucker, Felix. She's had her fun ruining the Boss's reputation. Now, we'll have some fun of our own," Lucifer said with a sly grin.

Felix sighed and rubbed his forehead, casting one last glance at Arthur, who remained as composed as ever, his attention fully on the documents in his hands.

---

Outside the hotel, chaos reigned.

The road was jammed with crowds of people shouting and pushing against each other. Men in black suits struggled to maintain order, their voices lost in the uproar.

A sleek car pulled up to the red carpet, and one of the bodyguards spoke into his walkie-talkie before hurrying to open the car door.

"AARON!

AARON!

AARON!

WE LOVE YOU, BABY!"

The guards sighed in exasperation as the crowd surged forward, nearly trampling each other. Giving up on containing them, the guards formed a protective circle around the man who stepped out of the car.

Aaron Blackburn—the A-list actor dominating Russia's entertainment industry. Unwavering, untouchable, and absolute.