Todos os capítulos de Divorce That Scumbag And Take The Lead: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

At that moment, Percival was in his corporate office, dealing with work, unsettled and agitated because of the phone call he had just made with Eulalia.He couldn’t concentrate on the words on his computer screen, his temples throbbing with pain. He sat in his leather chair, supporting his head with his left hand, his right hand holding an unfinished cigarette.His phone on the desk suddenly vibrated. Percival slightly turned his head to look.Seeing the name on the message, his deep black eyes turned even darker, looking gloomy without a hint of warmth.He opened the message, and upon seeing the photos inside, every cell in his body seemed to ignite.There were five photos in total, featuring Trent and Eulalia.From the photos, their close interactions made it seem like they were the affectionate couple. In the cinema, the man leaned on Eulalia's shoulder, and in the restaurant, they sat at a table for couples, along with the photo of Eulalia adding Percival on FB.Beyond anger, Perc

Just the thought of Eulalia being taken away by Trent made Percival want to tear the woman before him into pieces and swallow her whole.Percival clenched his teeth, his grip on Eulalia's chin so tight as if he wanted to crush it.Eulalia felt like her heart was being sliced open. Her lips pursed, tears streaming down her face—was this really her husband? Preferring to believe those few photos over her words, he seemed to suspect she was some kind of socialite who could take any man to bed.Her eyes, barely holding back the pain, she rasped, “Percival, what does it matter to you who I meet or what I do? What right do you have to restrict my freedom? I’m a person, not a canary you keep caged.”Percival's eyes were icy, as if frozen, he nodded with gritted teeth, “What are we to each other? Do I need to prove it to you?”As his words fell, a ripping sound echoed—Eulalia’s silk nightgown was torn apart by Percival. She barely had time to cover herself before his kisses, rough and biting,

The senior Mr. Dunraven's expression didn't change much, but there was a flash of coldness in his eyes.   Percival didn't want to waste time sucking up to the old man. He had said before that he wasn't interested in the family business. He came today mainly to beat up Trent.   Trent wasn't surprised; he knew Percival wouldn't be able to resist coming after him. He smirked, his lips curling with a wicked smile.   "Stay away from my woman."   Trent looked up, his tone indifferent, "It was just a dinner together. Was there really a need to come here in the middle of the night to make a scene? What's yours is yours; I couldn't take her even if I wanted to. If she's not yours, you can't keep her either. Am I right, bro?"   "Should we take this outside or just here?"   Trent stood up.   As soon as they stepped outside, Percival grabbed his coll

Percival left the north city and drove straight to his villa. He steered with one hand and glanced at the rearview mirror, touching the painful, bloodied cuts on his face. Though just superficial wounds, they were tough to fade.Initially just red, by tomorrow they'd be swollen and turn purplish-blue. Aside from his face, his shoulders and legs were also throbbing with pain after Trent had brutally punched and kicked him. Just braking and steering were painfully sharp.But compared to Trent, he was off much better. Thinking about what Percival had said made him furious with himself for not hitting Trent harder, wishing he had crippled him.Just then, his phone vibrated. Percival didn't check it immediately and kept driving. It was ten at night when he got to the villa's parking. He saw a light on in an upstairs bedroom—Eulalia must still be awake.At home, Percival finally checked his phone. Seeing the number twisted his face with anger—Trent, again. It was definitely nothing good, bu

Percival's hand, which was applying the medicine, froze. His throat felt dry, and his voice seemed squeezed out, "Yes, I wasn't as good to you as you might think, I was pretty bad actually. But you truly liked me back then, and now I truly love you and want to take care of you for the rest of our lives."Eulalia had no memory of their past; she lived in the lie Oliver and he had crafted, thinking that she and Percival had been deeply in love. She was eager to remember the past, not just to love Percival better now but also to feel justified in enjoying his affection for the rest of her life.But now, Percival was telling her their past wasn’t good at all.Eulalia wondered if there was any point in recovering her memory."Do you want to know about the past?" Percival asked cautiously.Eulalia hesitated, then shook her head, "Let's leave the past in the past."Percival quietly sighed in relief. If Eulalia had insisted on delving into their past, he really didn't know what he would have