The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545 Spiteful Vows

It was just a divorce–what was the big deal?

Listening to Marie’s sharp tongue, Derrick rolled up the car window and told Kale up front, “Drive

He couldn’t talk to that woman any longer. If he did, she’d drive him straight to an early grave.

Kale looked awkward. “Aren’t you going to at least take Ms. Marie out for a meal to celebrate the wedding?”

“We don’t have the same taste.”

Derrick replied lazily.

Eating with Marie? He couldn’t even swallow anything. With her explosive temper, if she said the wrong thing during the meal, she’d probably flip the whole table.

Yeah–no thanks.

Still, that didn’t sound like a real reason…

“You better be careful. If you piss her off, she might just go and file for divorce on her own.”

Kale genuinely believed Marie was capable of that.

And with her temper? Even more SO.

Derrick: “She wouldn’t dare.”

His voice was cold as ice.

Kale shut up immediately…

Wouldn’t dare? Everyone in Falvaria knew she would. Was their Mr. Derrick the only one out of the loop?

Derrick pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Whoever was on the other end clearly didn’t want to pick up.

It wasn’t until the second attempt that the call finally connected. “Mr. Dèrrick. What, looking to start another fight?”

Dan’s voice came through gritted teeth.

Derrick smirked, his tone smug. “Marie is my wife now.”

Suddenly, the line went silent.

Back at the hospital-

The air in the entire room dropped to freezing.

Dan’s eyes snapped open. He glanced at Cynn, who flinched under that look,

Luckily, Dan only glanced and then looked away.

Chapter 545 Spiteful Vows

When he spoke again, his voice was noticeably colder. “What did you just say?”

Derrick: “I said, Maric is my wife now. So stop bothering her. If you don’t-”

He paused for effect.

Dan’s eyes narrowed, cold light flashing in them. “Or what?”

Derrick: “Or I’ll burn you to ashes and sweep you out of Falvaria myself.”

This bastard still had the nerve to act cocky in Falvaria? He’d better get ready to pay the price.

Dan: “Heh, quite the tone, Mr. Derrick. But is the Tom family still your backer?”

Each word dripped with venom, his breath clearly unsteady.

Derrick chuckled. “Doesn’t matter if I have backing or not. Starting now, Marie is my wife. My wife. Got it?”

The breathing on the other end grew heavier.

Even through the phone, Derrick could feel Dan’s seething rage.

Dan: “Derrick!”

Derrick: “What are you yelling for? Didn’t you lose your memory?”

“Great. Hope it stays gone. By the time you remember anything, she and I’ll already have a kid. If you’ve got guts, then forget her for life.”

In the front seat, Kale was starting to piece things together.

From the way Mr. Derrick and Dan were going at it, this wasn’t just about today. This sounded like a deep, long–standing grudge.

This wasn’t just petty revenge.

“You bastard,” Dan growled, furious.

Derrick laughed even louder. “She’s my wife, Legally.”

Every time he said “wife,” it was like slamming a fist into Dan’s gut.

And before Dan could respond, Derrick hung up.

The car fell into silence.

Derrick lit a cigarette and took a drag. He looked more relaxed than he had all day–like even h was lighter.

cathing

Kale glanced at him through the rearview mirror, cautiously asking, “Mr, Derrick, were you just trying to piss off Mr. Morris on purpose?”

“Heh. Damn right I was. I want that bastard to choke on it.”

He winced–his mouth injury had been pulled by the grin.

08:49 Wed, 13 Aug 9

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