All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

"What's wrong?" Marisol, who had been lost in thought, noticed that Elizabeth had been silent for quite a while. She quickly looked up to check on her."Oh, nothing."Elizabeth pointed behind Marisol with a smile. "I just saw this really, really handsome young man over there... Huh, where did he go?"A handsome young man? Marisol thought of a certain possibility and hurriedly turned around to look. However, aside from some customers walking around, she saw nothing."He left," Elizabeth said regretfully. "I wanted you to see him too. He was really good-looking.""Who's good-looking?"Keane approached, carrying a tray with fried chicken and ice-cold soda that Elizabeth had argued for and finally won by throwing a tantrum. Hearing them talking about someone being good-looking made him casually question her."Hmph! I'm not telling you."Since he even tried to control what she ate, Elizabeth didn't want to share her happiness with him at all right now.Keane looked toward Marisol.

For patients at this stage, excitement and depression could shift in just an instant, with almost no peaceful moments in between. All they could do was stay with Elizabeth through any mood swings.With Elizabeth's sudden mood drop, their amusement park outing naturally couldn't continue, so they headed home early.After coaxing Elizabeth to sleep and saying goodbye to Keane, Marisol declined Zayne's offer to pick her up. She drove herself through the thick night toward home.She kept calling Julius on the way. No one answered.As she thought about his actions today, she was really afraid he might be feeling down. She was worried that he'd get caught up in negative thought spirals. That could lead him to drink, get into fights, or do something else reckless. So instead of going home, she turned the steering wheel and changed routes, heading toward Everton University. She wouldn't feel at ease without seeing him in person.She arrived at the school entrance. This wasn't her first

Marisol's mind couldn't calm itself, though. Perhaps it was the shock she'd just received, or some kind of intense deja vu that forced her to remain silent the entire ride home. Even after getting out of the car and returning home to lock the door behind her, her violent heartbeat still wouldn't ease up. Blood rushed straight to her head.She went directly to her study. From a shelf in the corner, she pulled out an intricately carved wooden box and took out an antique dagger inlaid with emeralds from inside.It was a gift from Lucian during their time in Lumero. It was the sharpest of blades.Due to everything that happened in Lumero, Marisol had sealed this thing away in a box when she returned. She really hadn't expected that there would come a day when she'd think of it again. But she was extremely uneasy now, yet uncertain about what exactly was making her so anxious.Taking the dagger upstairs, she placed it under her pillow. She was already exhausted from today's events and

"Though this idea is very bold."Seeing that Nevaeh remained silent for a long time, Nick continued, "But I've thought it over and over, analyzed it repeatedly, and even though I don't want to believe it, I can't seem to find any other possibility."And I happen to know that person quite well. When he had his accident, I was shocked."He truly had been shocked. He did know that person fairly well, after all, he was an enemy he'd hated for a long time. When he suddenly died, though it was satisfying, he felt more disbelief and confusion than anything else.Was that man really so easy to kill?But then came the funeral, Marisol's depression and psychological trauma, the turmoil at Muller Group during that period, and all the subsequent chain reactions. Everything confirmed the fact of his death.If it was fake, would that man really let himself suffer such a huge loss or gamble with his entire fortune? What would be the benefit of that?But so many recent events didn't add up. He

Marisol knew too well how cunning Lucian could be. She couldn't risk acting rashly and alerting him. Until she understood his true intentions, she couldn't let her guard down. Every step had to be taken with deliberate caution. Though she loathed to admit it, between Kyro and Lucian, it was Lucian she feared more. The shadow he had cast over her life was too heavy, and now, another layer of darkness had settled upon her. Yet Marisol was tired of hiding and running. She no longer saw the point. Lucian and his people had never truly regarded her as anything more than a pawn. She couldn't fathom why they bothered keeping secrets from her. Did they really believe she was oblivious? It wasn't difficult to piece together in the first place. After calming down and carefully going through everything over the past few days, Marisol had worked it out with near certainty. It all boiled down to dealing with Kyro. Zayne had mentioned before that they wanted to lure Kyro into Cerulea, wher