All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Soon, Marisol and Emilia arrived at Verdant Woods. Several luxury cars were parked in front of Moira Studio, with seven or eight staff members clustered at the entrance. Some were sitting, while others were standing.Inside the studio, Emilia was flipping through Marisol's art design portfolio from recent years. She was occasionally frowning and occasionally nodding with approval. After examining about half of it, she suddenly looked up at Marisol, who was waiting nearby, and asked an unexpected question."Are you truly not sad? Won't you regret it?"Marisol was taken aback. After realizing what Emilia was asking about, she responded with resignation and a mixture of amusement and exasperation."Great-aunt Emilia, you've been asking me this the entire way here. I've really made up my mind."Ever since she had revealed Lucian's affair and her decision to divorce him, Emilia's expression had remained dark. On the way back, she had repeatedly asked if Marisol was heartbroken or if sh

Emilia noticed Marisol's hesitation and concern.Although they hadn't seen each other for years and she wasn't familiar with the specifics, this was the first time she had seen such hesitation in Marisol. She no longer possessed the bold momentum and spirited confidence of her younger years.What on earth had the Muller family done to wear down her dear Marisol! She was nothing like the bold, daring, bright, and radiant Marisol in her memory.Emilia felt troubled inside, but still smiled and said, "What's this? Has that bold and unique artistic genius become afraid?"The opportunity is right in front of you, and you don't know how to seize it? Are you doubting yourself? Or are you doubting your great-aunt's judgment?"Don't forget, Mari, you actually have seven years of experience behind you."Emilia's gaze met that of her somewhat anxious great-niece. Her eyes were full of determination. "And remember, you're not alone anymore. With me backing you up, what's there to fear?"Emi

Theodore's last sentence echoed in Lucian's mind. He merely smiled and said nothing.Walking up to the window frame, he casually pressed a button on the side, and the heavy brocade drapes gracefully rose to reveal the expansive view outside.To ensure the honored guests on the second floor had a better view, there was a large opening on the wall facing the stage, covering more than half of the wall itself. It gave the guests a broad, unobstructed view.Theodore was still rambling on. "Oh, right. Did the light just play tricks on my eyes? Why was Marisol with Emilia? They both share the surname 'Speight.' Could they be related?"He continued while contradicting himself, "Impossible. Emilia has openly declared that she's an orphan and has no family, no? Could it be a coincidence that they share the same surname?"Because of Nevaeh, Theodore had looked into Marisol's background.She was born in an average household in a rural town, only managing to cling to the Muller family through

"That's the haute couture wedding gown I tailored with my very own hands!" Emilia hissed through gritted teeth.Her eyes remained glued to Nevaeh, who was gently flicking the harp strings like an angel in disguise.Marisol was stunned but confused.She didn't tell Emilia that Lucian was cheating on her with Nevaeh. If Nevaeh had managed to purchase that gown, that only meant she had her means. Business was business—she paid for it, and Emilia sold it to her. Why was Emilia so furious?Could it be that Emilia bore a grudge against Nevaeh?Marisol was just about to ask when Emilia explained. Her words were burning with wrath.That was when Marisol realized Nevaeh wasn't the one who made the purchase. It was Lucian. He specifically approached Velours several months ago to order that custom-made gown.At the mention of that, Emilia became even more infuriated."He came to me, saying that he wanted to custom-make a wedding-themed haute couture gown. It brought me back to when you go

When Lucian knocked and entered Emilia's box next door, the drapes in their box had already been let down. They were now in a confined space with the white light overhead glaring down on them.Five muscular men were in the box, and they exuded a threatening aura.Naturally, Lucian sensed that something was not right. Still, he remained smiling as he walked into the box, slowly but surely. He came to a stop before Emilia and greeted her."Great-aunt Emilia, it's been a long time. Have you been well?"Emilia leaned back against the wooden bench. She bluntly replied, "Oh, please don't. I don't deserve that kind of honor from you, Mr. Muller. I was feeling quite well up until I saw you. Now, I'm not so sure."Lucian smiled good-naturedly and took a seat. He knew Emilia had always been disdainful of him, so words from her lips would naturally be unkind. If he didn't invite himself to a seat, he would have to stand throughout the conversation.After sitting, he looked toward Marisol, w