All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

It took Amara a while to respond. "What do you want?" "I want you to move into the Sorensen residence." "Move in? For what?" Marisol typed back only two words. "Take photos." It was a tactic she'd used before to rein Amara in, and it had worked. Ever since, Amara hadn't dared cause trouble again. But now, this dormant pawn was ready to be played. Even if Nevaeh hadn't orchestrated Amara's previous actions, Marisol and the Sorensens were never on good terms. They had made her life miserable, and she wasn't about to keep playing the helpless victim. It was time the Sorensens had a taste of their chaos. Marisol didn't plan to accuse Charles of attempted murder—not without proof. But the existence of his illegitimate daughter was an undeniable fact. She figured she could seize that opportunity to get Amara close to Nevaeh. With luck, Amara could take photos of Nevaeh and Lucian sharing an intimate moment. A new witness and fresh evidence would reopen the divorce case. Amara

On his way to Everton Technical University, Zachary scrolled through his phone in the taxi. He was unimpressed by the newly captured footage of Nevaeh feeding Lucian. "That's it? Couldn't they at least give me something juicy?" he muttered under his breath. Just then, a realization struck him. He figured perhaps they were holding back because of his presence. He wondered if he had to sneak around for better footage in the future. Zachary silently regretted his decision to leave the hospital so soon. With him gone, only Nevaeh and Lucian remained in that ward. Sighing at the missed opportunity, he shrugged it off. He figured there'd be other chances. Switching to Instagram, Zachary mindlessly browsed until a notification popped up just as the taxi neared campus. After a dazed moment, he recognized his favorite mysterious comic artist, Dreamy, had updated after two silent years. He clicked on it without hesitation.…The protagonist remained the chubby little robot, Reddy.

"I should get going. There's a lot to attend to," Nolan said. Rubbing his nose, he bid farewell to Orion and took leave. Nolan truly was swamped today. The sudden public reappearance of Ronan, the head of Lowell Group, had sent shockwaves through the business world, causing significant stock market turbulence. It had inevitably impacted Perrin Group, leaving Nolan's hands full. He was busy managing the fallout. …After a short rest at the cafe, Marisol held Orion's hand, and they headed to a mall together. She bought him everything he might need, including high-end essentials and toys, before returning to Verdant Woods. Orion remained quiet the entire trip. He clung tightly to her hand. He seemed to be feeling insecure. Marisol gently asked about his recent life, and though Orion answered every question softly, he offered no words of his own. He was even more withdrawn compared to the last time they met. It made her heart ache. Once things settled, Marisol resolved to brin

Marisol took a small bite herself and blinked in surprise. "You're good at making kids' meals too," she exclaimed. Nick, who was already finished with his breakfast, took a small sip of coffee and replied with a smile, "I figured it was best to start practicing early, in case I ever have kids." The casual remark caught her off guard, and she chuckled softly. "You're still a perfectionist, I see." That was something Marisol had admired about him since their university days. Nick always insisted on doing everything to the highest standard, and he always achieved it. He was disciplined and meticulous. Few people she knew could match his level of foresight. …Just before heading out, Nick turned back and remarked, "Sol, I might be back late again tonight. Can you wait for me? There's something I need to talk to you about." His expression was serious enough to pique her curiosity. Surprised but intrigued, Marisol agreed. Later that morning, she brought Orion to the art studi

25 percent of the shares was simply too much. Back then, the algorithm was still in its infancy. The model as it stood now had gone far beyond anything Marisol had contributed to. It would undoubtedly stir resentment among the company's core team if she accepted this, and Nick would be the one left to deal with the fallout. As if reading her hesitation, Nick spoke, "This comes from my own holdings. You don't need to feel pressured."But that only made it harder to accept. Marisol pressed her fingers to her brow. She felt a dull headache coming on. She paused, choosing her words with care. "Nick, thank you. I appreciate it. You've already done so much for me—offering me a safe place to stay, helping me make plans to leave the country, and even putting yourself at odds with…" She paused, swallowing the name. Then, she continued, "I already feel like I owe you a lot. Gratitude doesn't begin to cover it. How could I possibly accept this?"With that, she rose abruptly and stated,