Had their relationship really progressed at such breakneck speed?
Unable to hold himself back, Yardley was just about to step forward.
Suddenly, a flashy Ferrari roared past him and came to an abrupt, tire-screeching halt right beside Scarlett.
The window rolled down, and Yardley distinctly heard the man in the driver's seat call out Scarlett's name loudly.
Scarlett quickly leaned over, poking her head into the window. He couldn't hear what they were discussing, but he caught the sound of laughter drifting from the car.
Was she really here to get a divorce?
Why was she so happy?
And who was this man driving the Ferrari?
The car looked brand new—the latest model that had just hit the market. Anyone who could get their hands on it right now was undoubtedly loaded.
Julian wouldn't buy this type of sports car. The kind of person who would go for this was usually a playboy like Gordon Wyatt.
Had Scarlett already caught the eye of some rich heir in Bay City? She wasn't even divorced yet, and he was already pulling up in a Ferrari to court her?
Yardley's face turned completely green.
A second later, he watched a man dressed in trendy designer clothes step out of the car. He was holding a bouquet of yellow roses, walked straight up to Scarlett, and handed them to her.
Yardley felt a bomb go off in his head.
He was still her legal husband, yet someone was handing her flowers right in front of him at the entrance to City Hall?
His temples throbbing with fury, Yardley stormed right up to them.


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