Chapter 4 Farewell
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Rex also saw her from the driver's seat.
He checked the time. It was already half past nine, and the outdoor temperature in June was nearly 40 degrees...
"Mr. Quentin, Ms. Ingrid has been standing outside for so long..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Orville glared at him. "Are you distressed?"
Rex was speechless.
Orville took out his phone and checked today's weather.
Today was sunny, with an average temperature of 38 degrees.
He stared at the "38 degrees" and frowned irritably.
"Drive."
"Okay."
Ingrid was tired of waiting. She was about to call Rex when a luxury car stopped in front of her.
She looked at this car. It was a Bentley, with a market value of around 1 million to 2 million dollars, and it was out of print.
Only a few people in Nortown owned this car. Could it be...
Soon, the rear door opened, verifying Ingrid's conjecture.
Orville's tall figure appeared with a cold aura.
Ingrid looked at Orville, who raised his hand and shook his suit jacket. He had a dignified temperament and a gentle manner.
His handsome face was still indifferent, and his dark eyes swept over lightly.
Looking at each other, Ingrid tutted, turned around in disgust, and walked straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
She walked very fast, and the anger was evident on her tanned face!
In fact, when she first arrived, she saw this Bentley parked by the road not far away, but she didn't think about Orville.
After all, although Orville had a lot of cars, he only used Maybach and Rolls-Royce to travel in the city.
Now that she saw Orville get off the car, she realized that she had been tricked by this man again!
He had arrived long ago but deliberately sat in the car with the air conditioner on!
She stood here for an hour and a half under the high temperature like a fool!
What a bastard!
She had to get divorced. Otherwise, she wouldn't be reconciled even if she became a ghost!
In the Civil Affairs Bureau, Ingrid signed the form without hesitation.
Her handwriting was neat and beautiful, but when Orville looked at it, he found it extremely annoying!
"I signed it. It's your turn."
Ingrid pushed the form in front of him. Her face was cold, and she didn't look at him.
Orville stared at her as if he wanted to poke a hole in her face with his gaze. "Ingrid, playing hard to get is useless to me. You'd better stop."
Ingrid glanced at the other couple waiting in line behind them, turned to look at Orville, and sneered.
"Mr. Quentin, don't tell me you're unwilling to leave me now."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, but her soft voice seemed to have thorns at this moment, and her every word stuck in Orville's heart.
Orville's handsome face completely darkened. "Ingrid, I'll give you one last chance. If you..."
"No need!" Ingrid interrupted him and pointed behind him. "Please sign quickly. There are still people queuing up behind!"
Orville wanted to say something else, but the woman behind him urged impatiently, "Are you going to sign it or not? If not, can you leave? I have to finish this quickly before I return to work!"
"Did you hear her, Mr. Quentin? Please don't waste everyone's time."
Ingrid's indifference irritated Orville.
He gritted his teeth angrily. "You will regret it! I will wait for you to come back and beg me!"
She snorted coldly in disdain. "Then you have to wait for a long time!"
She would never look back until she died!
"Fine!" The man picked up the pen and signed his name quickly.
Ingrid stared at their signatures, and the grief hidden in her eyes finally disappeared.
It turns out that letting go of him was not that difficult!
Their red marriage certificates became green divorce certificates, and they had officially become strangers.
...
Coming out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Ingrid walked in front, followed by Orville, staring at her back with dark eyes.
He held the divorce certificate he had just received in his hand, and his heart was filled with anger.
Ingrid stopped suddenly.
When Orville saw this scene, he smiled slightly.
It seemed that she couldn't let him go after all.
He paused, thinking that if she turned around and begged him now, he could forgive her...
However, Ingrid didn't look back. She just turned aside and walked to the trash can, tore up the divorce certificate, threw it into the trash can, then turned to look at him and smiled. "Mr. Quentin, farewell!"
Orville froze. His pitch-black pupils trembled slightly in disbelief.
Ingrid turned around, stopped a taxi, and left gracefully.
The whole process was done without any hesitation!
Orville came back to his senses and slammed the certificate. His black eyes were filled with anger.
"Ingrid, let me see how tough you can be!"
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