All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Emilia had long established herself as a formidable figure abroad, and few dared challenge her. When the interpreter relayed her words, the acquaintance blinked in surprise. "You mean that genius mentee you always rave about when you visit?" Emilia beamed with delight and nodded. The crowd quickly buzzed with excitement. Everyone insisted on hosting a formal gathering to meet Marisol as they'd been curious about her for years. "Of course," Emilia replied warmly, her smile widening. She knew today was the court date for Marisol's divorce. With a team of seasoned lawyers supporting her, the case would go smoothly. Marisol's room in Aeredale was already renovated. It was elegant and lovingly prepared, all ready for her return. … On the tree-lined path beside the courthouse, Marisol was fighting with all her strength. Just then, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang. The sharp tone pierced through the quiet path like a bell. It was likely her lawyer calling to check on h

Lucian stared at Marisol, unfazed by the storm simmering in her eyes. His voice was low and emotionless. "Don't forget, you were the one who wanted this to begin with. I agreed to let you become Mrs. Muller. If it started with you, why should it end on your terms too?" Marisol was momentarily stunned. A bitter laugh almost escaped her lips, but even that felt too hollow to bother with. Her voice came out flat and lifeless. "Fine. Then you end it." "I don't want a divorce now," Lucian replied faintly. Rage surged through her. Without thinking, Marisol raised her hand and swung hard toward his face. Words were useless with a man like him. …Before her palm could land, Lucian caught her wrist. "Your hand's injured," he said, calm as ever. "Hit me, and you'll only hurt yourself more." "Stop acting like you care!" she spat. Still seething, Marisol swung with her other hand only to be caught by Lucian too. His large hands easily overpowered her as he bound her slender wris

Zayne texted the team that had previously inspected the car. Their reply came swiftly; the dashcam hadn't been checked. Back then, they'd only looked for traces of blood and had completely overlooked the dashcam. Lucian instructed, "Have it checked now." With a faint smile, he added, "It was suspicious how we couldn't find a single useful lead despite our search efforts." Zayne was stunned. "Didn't we agree to stop investigating?" After all, it might be Ronan's scheme, and chasing it would just waste their time. The people they'd sent out might just be going through the motions. "We're picking it up again. I want to know what role she played in this. Alinta wouldn't have the audacity to hide someone on her own," said Lucian. A smile played on his lips, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He glanced briefly upstairs and muttered indifferently, "Assign someone else to handle it. You stay here and keep watch over Marisol. Don't bother coming back if she disappears under you

Marisol couldn't bear to let Emilia worry any more than she already had. At Emilia's age, emotional strain could be dangerous. Marisol genuinely feared that the agitation might take a toll on her health. "I should've known! That bastard was always unhinged! The entire Muller family must be insane to unleash a menace like him on the world!" Emilia's voice crackled through the line, raw with fury. "Great-aunt Emilia, please don't—""What?" "Nothing." Marisol bit back her suggestion about avoiding sweeping accusations, wisely shifting to soothing words as Emilia's temper threatened to combust. A few more fiery curses followed before Emilia fell abruptly silent. Marisol's heart skipped."Great-aunt Emilia?" "Don't worry, Ms. Speight. I'm with her," came a calm, gentle voice. It was Silvia, Emilia's secretary. Relief washed over Marisol as she inquired, "Is she alright?" The clinking of medicine bottles and sipping sounds preceded Emilia's calmer voice. "I'm fine. So what'

Perhaps it had been too long since he'd last seen Marisol because Andre clung to her all evening after dinner. He insisted she help him with homework, stay close while he bathed, and sleep beside him. His whirlwind of affection left Marisol with no time to contact her legal team. She would have to wait until morning. With her injured hand, she couldn't help him bathe, so she simply kept him company with conversation. She didn't refuse when it came to sharing the bed with Andre. Lucian didn't return that night. Zayne stood guard outside the bedroom door until dawn. …The next morning, Andre stood by the car with a small backpack on his shoulders and a pout on his face. "Mom, can't you take me to school?" he asked. Marisol was finally back, yet she wasn't sending him to school. Lucian had disappeared too, and neither parent would see him off. "Mrs. Muller's injuries make it difficult for her to go out. She'll send you next time," Zayne explained. Despite staying up all n