After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again
Chapter 36: Everyone Plays Their Own Game

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Everyone Plays Their Own Game

The night descends, and the city lights are dazzling.

The entire city, losing the clarity of day, enters a state of trance at night.

MAAzi club house.

Florence Fuller was led by the staff to a private room, where Chloe Quinn had been waiting for some time.

Hearing the commotion at the door, she put down her phone: "Why are you only arriving now?"

"Traffic jam along the way." She had already sped up to get here.

Inside the private room, there were only the two of them, with plenty of alcohol on the table. Just as Florence Fuller sat down, Chloe Quinn handed her a glass: "You’re late, punish yourself with three cups."

Feeling the buzz, she didn’t refuse and swiftly downed three glasses before getting up to mix a drink for herself.

"Are you just calling me out for drinks tonight?" Florence Fuller glanced at her, busy with the task at hand.

Chloe Quinn, who had already had a few glasses before she arrived, sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa: "I’m a bit excited thinking about flying to the US tomorrow to catch that pair of cheating scoundrels who stole my money."

Florence Fuller chuckled, went over to sit beside Chloe Quinn: "When’s your flight tomorrow?"

"In the afternoon." This trip not only involves catching the cheating scoundrels but also discussing the follow-up collaboration with Moli.

"That’s alright." Florence Fuller clinked her glass against hers, taking a sip and draining half the glass.

Though strong, she felt refreshed, having not let loose like this in a long time.

"How do you think I should get revenge on those scoundrels?" Chloe Quinn tugged her hair.

"You’re not still holding feelings for your ex-boyfriend, are you?" Florence Fuller raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not!"

The cheating scoundrel pair — the man was originally Chloe Quinn’s boyfriend, but ended up hooking up with her business partner and running off with the money. Just thinking about it made Chloe Quinn’s liver ache.

She wanted to tear them apart!

"But Moli’s side provided information that might not be accurate. Though their company’s designer said the draft was bought by him, and contact information is available, this plagiarism incident has gained traction, so what if they sense danger and flee?"

"And what if they don’t?" Chloe Quinn clinked her glass against hers again: "Sis, I must catch them and leave them in pieces."

Florence Fuller raised her eyebrows: "Wish you success."

After three rounds, a good number of bottles were emptied on the table.

Chloe Quinn staggered up and fell onto the sofa, her tolerance not matching Florence Fuller’s—she was already out of it, lying on the sofa making calls: "Zomerton, quickly come pick me up at Jade Flower Road bar, 3362, at 3362..."

Florence Fuller, feeling somewhat woozy herself, figured she was about done and stepped out of the private room to call Lily Hart.

Her complexion was still relatively normal, maintaining some freshness, but the effects of alcohol made her uncomfortable. After hanging up on Lily Hart, she adeptly dialed another number.

Yet her ears met with that cold mechanical voice once more.

She knew, it was all fake, all lies!

Each time, she carried a bit of hope, but each time it was shattered.

How could the phone be answered? No one would pick up.

Fiercely throwing her cellphone, she leaned against the wall, and the image of that smiling, handsome face appeared in her mind.

The first time she got drunk, she...

"Hello." A warm male voice interrupted her thoughts, the overhead light was obscured by a shadow: "You dropped your phone."

Locking eyes with his gaze, Florence Fuller suddenly froze.

She stood straight, her gaze firmly fixed on his face, a mixture of surprise, shock, clarity, and confusion passing over her eyes...

It couldn’t be, she must be dreaming...

She reached out uncontrollably to touch this face, as if it wasn’t quite real, her breath seeming to tremble.

The man was a bit stunned by her actions: "Hello?"

"You’re back..." Her voice carried a slight tremble, touching the lapel of his suit as if completely enveloped by the alcoholic haze: "Really back..."

The man glanced slightly at the time, this movement seemed to make Florence Fuller a bit excited. She suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him down, face-to-face, Florence Fuller hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The woman kissed with such skill that he paused, the beauty of her face alluring him—he didn’t push away, his arm gradually wrapping around her waist.

Luke Gardiner stepped out of the elevator and saw this scene.

Initially, he thought they were two strangers kissing passionately, but as he moved closer and took another look, the woman’s intoxicated face made his heart skip a beat.

"Florence Fuller!"

The shout made even the service staff leading the way stop, the next second he saw Luke Gardiner rushing forward, delivering a kick to the man and pulling Florence to him.

"How dare you!!!" He looked from Florence Fuller to the man knocked to the ground, pulling Florence toward the restroom.

Florence Fuller sobered up from the recent yell. Luke Gardiner threw her against the sink, she steadied herself, seeming to realize what she had just done.

She ran a hand through her hair, wondering how she wasn’t clear-headed just moments ago.

"I can’t believe you!" Luke Gardiner was furious: "Is rushing to divorce just an excuse to keep a boytoy outside, to kiss him in public, then why not take him home to bed."

She had no mind to explain to Luke Gardiner, she turned on the tap directly to wash her hands.

"Look at me!" Luke Gardiner turned her body: "Really impressive, I underestimated you."

"Really?" Florence Fuller scoffed: "We’re just as bad, oh wait—no! I’m nowhere near as good at playing games as you are."

Luke Gardiner glared at her: "You better stop it, or else...!"

"Luke." Florence Fuller cut him off, her gaze coldly meeting his: "What right do you have to command me? You play around as much as you want outside, and you dare to manage me? Let me go!"

Luke Gardiner gritted his teeth: "You’re the lady of the Gardiner family, and you behave like this, what about my face."

"What about my face!" Florence Fuller fiercely pushed him away: "From marriage until now, have you ever given me face? A husband who revels outside, yet it’s me—the wife—being criticized. Do you know what those people say behind me? You want face? Alright, divorce me, I’m no longer part of the Gardiner family, you’ll have face."

"Just for that boytoy?" He glared sinisterly at Florence Fuller: "Giving up the title of the Gardiner family’s lady for a boytoy doesn’t seem too smart."

"You’re the one who wants face!" Florence Fuller looked at him: "You love the outside so much, wouldn’t you be freer if we get divorced?"

"I just won’t divorce!" Luke Gardiner approached her with growing anger: "You’re never getting divorced in this lifetime!"

"Then don’t try to manage me!" Florence Fuller fearlessly met his gaze: "Didn’t you say at the beginning, each play our own part, I’ve never interfered with your affairs, don’t meddle with mine!"

After saying that, she turned around to leave, but Luke Gardiner pulled her back and pressed her against him, holding her head as if to kiss her.