Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 29 - The Billionaire Divorcee

You’d better stay away from him.

He’s not as easygoing as he appears.”

Julia’s expression was indifferent, “This is my concern.

You needn’t worry, Director Quarter.

Can our six-month marriage contract be voided now?”

Noah Quarter massaged his temples and said coldly, “Voided.”

As Julia turned to leave, Noah suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

“Is there something else?” she asked with a furrowed brow.

“Director Quarter, let go.

Show some respect from now on and don’t manhandle me like this, it’s unseemly.”

Seeing the disgust on her face, Noah released her and said again, “I’m serious, James Thompson is very dangerous.”

“So what if he’s dangerous?” Julia said with a calm smile.

“At least, he’s treating me well right now.”

Julia opened the door of the study and walked out.

That’s just the kind of person she was; if someone treated her well, she would reciprocate even more generously.

Julia descended the stairs.

James looked up.

Their gazes met.

Julia was the first to look away.

Eliza apologized reluctantly.

Julia’s reaction was calm.

Although she did not know why Eliza suddenly apologized, it must be related to James Thompson.

Julia accepted the apology without feeling guilty.

Her two-year marriage to Noah Quarter had been made difficult by Eliza’s constant torment.

Such a troublesome sister-in-law.

The lawyer arrived, and Julia returned her shares to Grandma Quarter.

It was only then that she found out the Quarter Family intended to convert the shares into cash based on the current market value of the Quarter company and give it to her.

James Thompson lazily advised, “Take the money the Quarter Family gives you.

Nobody thinks they have too much money, understand?

Only a fool would complain about too much money.”

This money was of no consequence to the Quarter Family.

Julia didn’t want to be the fool that James referred to; she whispered, “I understand.”

She suddenly became a divorcee worth billions.

It all happened so abruptly.

Mr.

Thompson’s support was incredibly empowering.

Arabella Shaw was seething with jealousy over Julia’s stroke of good luck.

But this Mr.

Thompson, why did he look so familiar?

Arabella discreetly observed James, seriously pondering where she had seen Mr.

Thompson before.

After the lawyer left Jade Gardens.

James Thompson, feigning ignorance of their already obtained divorce certificate, kindly suggested, “Why don’t the two of you go get divorced now, and what about you, Miss Shaw?

Do you want to take advantage of this and directly get married to Noah Quarter?”

James’s suggestion took Arabella aback.

She remembered earlier at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Julia had said something similar.

James’s proposal matched Julia’s wishes perfectly; it was all for show, and then the divorce certificate could be publicly produced.

Once more exiting the Civil Affairs Bureau.

This time, Julia was in high spirits.

She got into the car, her bright smile beaming.

James Thompson raised his eyebrows, his well-defined hand on the steering wheel, “Smiling about what?

You seem so happy?”

Julia rested her chin on her hand, gazing at James, “I’m laughing because marriage certificates must be kept hidden, but divorce certificates can be shown to the world.

Also, I’m laughing because, Uncle, you look really handsome today.”

Meanwhile, Noah Quarter watched as Julia got into James’s car, unconsciously furrowing his brow.

Arabella tugged at his sleeve, “Noah.”

Noah Quarter said indifferently, “Let’s talk in the car.”

Arabella Shaw could tell that Noah Quarter was angry by his tone.

She got in the car, fighting back tears, turned her head to look out the window, and said, “The fact that I’m pregnant…

I wasn’t trying to hide it from you on purpose.

I didn’t want this child.

Being called an illegitimate child isn’t very flattering.”

“Sorry, I’m not mad at you.

I’ve had Alexander Strong contact ‘Autumn Knowles,’ the composer.

Didn’t you want her to write songs for your album?”

Arabella’s eyes were still brimming with tears, her expression pitiful, “Really?”

At the time, she had only mentioned it in passing and had not expected him to take it to heart.

Noah Quarter helplessly took a tissue and wiped her tears away for her, “Really.”

‘Autumn Knowles,’ the composer, was rather mysterious.

To this day, she had never shown her face, yet every song she wrote became a hit.

The most important reason for Arabella’s return to the country was to raise her visibility.

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If she could acquire songs composed by Autumn Knowles, her popularity would rise rapidly.

Alexander Strong, sitting in the passenger seat, paused, having overheard the conversation in the back, and turned his head to say, “Director, Autumn Knowles emailed me back last night.

She doesn’t want to compose for the time being.”

Noah Quarter spoke indifferently, “We could offer her more money.”

Alexander nodded, “Okay, also, Secretary Land has submitted her resignation.”

Noah Quarter fell silent for a moment before responding, “Mm, we’ll have to find a new secretary.”

Suddenly, Arabella’s face paled as she remembered where she had seen Mr.

Thompson before.

The hotel video!

The man in that video.

Seeing Arabella’s color drain from her face, Noah Quarter asked in concern, “Are you feeling unwell, Arabella?

Shall we go to the hospital?”

“No need,” Arabella forced a smile, “I’m just feeling a bit stuffy, probably because I’m too nervous today.”

“If you’re really feeling unwell, we should go to a hospital.”

Noah Quarter’s care was comforting to Arabella.

Pretending to be curious, she asked, “Noah, who is that Mr.

Thompson, exactly?”

Remembering Julia Land’s unheeding attitude, Noah replied dismissively, “It’s best not to be curious about his matters.”

Arabella nodded, but inside she felt a twinge of anxiety.

The hotel incident from a few months ago had been wrapped up neatly, so it should not be traceable.

She had kept the video initially as leverage against Julia, but it seemed she couldn’t use it now.

Contemplating the possibility that it was she who had indirectly caused Julia to meet Mr.

Thompson,

Arabella was both anxious and disgusted.

**

Today was an auspicious day for Julia Land.

She grandly offered to take James Thompson to Skewer Aroma to express her gratitude.

Julia noted James’s suit, which reeked of wealth and clearly didn’t suit the vibe of Skewer Aroma.

When they stopped at a red light, James, smiling, teased her, “You’re worth billions now, and you’re inviting me to Skewer Aroma?”

Julia simply smiled back, ignoring his jest, “You’re all dressed up in a suit; it’s not fitting for the place.

I’ll eat on my own today.”

His mock indignation made James laugh.

Once the light turned green, he found a spot to park.

“We could try a different approach.”

He took off his black suit jacket and tossed it onto the back seat.

With hands well-defined by his knuckles, he began to loosen his tie and threw it onto the back seat as well.

Unbuttoning a few buttons on his white shirt, he revealed a sexy chest.

He glanced at Julia and leisurely rolled up his sleeves.

Then, he chuckled under his breath.

Because little did she realize, while he was unbuttoning his shirt, she had closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes.

If you don’t open them, I’m not holding back,” he said in a languid tone.

Julia felt his warmth drawing nearer, so she opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the arm sprawled across her front, braced against the car door.

“What are you nervous about?”

James looked at her intently and purposely took a heavy breath, “With this look, is it now suitable to go to Skewer Aroma?”

By now, Julia knew she had been played by James.