Chapter 6: Shoulder Throw

Sheila Oscar narrowed her eyes.

Was Daniel Faulkner planning to make a move?

With an expressionless face, she placed her hand on Daniel Faulkner's wrist, and then!

She executed a perfect shoulder throw, flipping the nearly six-foot-tall man onto the ground in one swift motion.

In that moment, Daniel Faulkner was stunned, his mind blank.

Dorothy Bacon was equally dumbfounded.

She clutched her swollen cheek, staring at Sheila Oscar in shock, with only one thought running through her head—

Has Sheila Oscar gone crazy?

But Sheila Oscar bent down, smiling as she patted Daniel Faulkner's cheek. "I'm sorry."

Then she stood up, walked over to Dorothy Bacon, and patted her cheek as well.

"Ms Bacon, I'm sorry, but I did it on purpose. I can't help it; seeing you two makes my fists itch."

Her light and breezy tone, paired with her smiling eyes, was... quite infuriating.

Finally, Daniel Faulkner snapped out of his daze, gritting his teeth against the pain as he got up from the ground and approached Sheila Oscar. "Have you lost your mind, daring to lay hands on me?!"

But inside, he was puzzled.

This woman, who used to catch colds and coughs every time the seasons changed, as frail as a little mouse, how could she have the strength to throw him like that?!

Sheila Oscar nodded calmly. "Yes, I did it."

"What are you going to do about it? Go ahead, call the police and have me arrested!"

"But I heard that if you get into a fight and end up in jail, a family member has to come and bail you out. Daniel Faulkner, if you don't come to pick me up, then it will be your parents or grandparents. Do you think they'll be happy to know you want a divorce?!"

Sheila Oscar smiled sweetly and innocently, her eyes gleaming with a mix of arrogance and brilliance.

Dorothy Bacon threw herself into Daniel Faulkner's arms, also conveniently pushing the two of them apart.

Her face filled with concern, she asked, "Daniel, are you hurt?"

*Click!*

Sheila Oscar, expressionless, took out her phone and snapped a photo of the embracing couple.

Dorothy Bacon froze. "What are you doing?"

"Mrs. Faulkner tears up the cheating couple," Sheila Oscar said with a smile. "How about we make this tomorrow's top news story?!"

Daniel Faulkner pushed Dorothy Bacon away and strode forward, grabbing Sheila Oscar's wrist. "Sheila Oscar, there's a limit to everything."

Sheila Oscar sneered and shook off his grip. "There's a limit to being annoying too."

She pointed at Dorothy Bacon. "I just remembered, I need to add another condition for the divorce."

"Before the divorce papers are finalized, you'd better play the part of a good husband. No secret meetings, come home on time, and cooperate with me. Don't pull any more stunts!"

Dorothy Bacon looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief.

No secret meetings?

Does that mean he can't see Daniel during this time?

Why?!

Daniel Faulkner understood what Sheila Oscar meant, but because of her demand to "cooperate with her," he flatly refused. "Impossible!"

Sheila Oscar responded just as firmly.

"Fine, then I'll make this photo public."

As she spoke, she opened her Twitter app.

From Daniel Faulkner's perspective, he could see everything she was doing, and it made his head ache.

While he found Sheila Oscar's actions unreasonable, he was even more confused by how she seemed to have transformed into a different person.

"That's enough!" he barked.

Sheila Oscar had already composed her Twitter post. She glanced up at him, her smile cold. "Not enough, not by a long shot."

She lifted her chin, waving her phone.

It was clear that if Daniel Faulkner didn't agree, she was ready to go all out.

Dorothy Bacon shot Sheila Oscar a venomous look before her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed softly.

"Dorothy!"

Daniel Faulkner's attention was instantly drawn, and he quickly caught her. Seeing that Dorothy Bacon had fainted, he scooped her up in his arms.

But to his surprise, Sheila Oscar swiftly snatched Dorothy Bacon away and, with a quick and precise pinch, jabbed her in the waist.