Someone knocked on the door when she had just laid down on her bed.

“Have you slept?" Luke asked.

Luca sat up on the bed. She turned to face in the direction of the door and said, "Not yet, Mr. Crawford. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Luke fell silent for a few seconds. Luca did not open the door as though she was guarding against him. Luke shook his head helplessly. He was a man sitting in a wheelchair now, and there was nothing he could do to her. Even so, she was still not letting her guard down.

It seemed like the days they had spent together were all for nothing.

"I came to tell you that you don't have to wake up early tomorrow," said Luke. He did not insist on asking her to open the door.

Luca was surprised. She got out of her bed and went to open the door. Luke was outside the door, and the distance between them was less than an arm's length. Têxt © .

"Mr. Crawford, don't we have an important meeting to attend tomorrow?" Luca asked with confusion.

Luke told her that she would have to follow him to the meeting when they were eating together today. Jason could not understand Russian, so Luca was in charge of the relevant matters. Meanwhile, Jason would be standing aside to help them.

Luca knew she could not refuse, so she had no choice but to agree with it.

"I've just received the news that something came up and the first party can't attend the meeting. The meeting has been postponed, and the time will only be confirmed at a later time," said Luke. He had just received the notice from the first party, so he came here to inform her.

"Okay. I get it." Luca was reluctant. Postponing the meeting would mean that they would be going back at a later date.

Luca had no idea whether her wound would worsen if she went back a day later.

Luke noticed the subtle expression on her face and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"No, Mr. Crawford." Luca shook her head. She could not tell him that she was injured, so she could not tell him the reason why she was in a hurry to go back either.

'In that case, I'll need to head to the clinic nearby tomorrow.'

"You can tell me if there's anything you need," Luke remembered that Luca had gone to a few pharmacies today. Although she was a pharmaceutical scientist, there was no need for her to visit so many pharmacies.

Unless she was looking for certain types of medicine.

"Alright. Thank you, Mr. Crawford." Luca nodded. Luke had a few connections in Russia, and that included Ray. It was easy for him to look for the drugs she wanted.

However, that would arouse his suspicion.

"I'm not going to disturb you anymore," said Luke. He suppressed the desire in his heart, maneuvered the wheelchair, and returned to his room.

Luca heard the sound of the door closing. Then, she closed her door slowly too.

She lay down on her bed again, feeling anxious.

Luca was worried about her wound. Although she had dressed her wound and taken an antibiotic injection, she was still worried about it.

This type of fungus could still grow and reproduce under such a cold environment if it was not completely gotten rid of.

It was not a problem that could be solved by relying on her immune system.

Besides, staying here would remind Luca that Luke would probably be embarrassed during the meeting. However, their trip here was prolonged.

The more Luca thought about it, the more anxious she became.

Luca picked up the bottle of medicine on the bedside table. She swallowed a sleeping pill, lay down on the bed, and covered herself with the blanket.

Luca was finally feeling sleepy after taking the pills. Despite still feeling anxious, she fell deeply asleep.

Gordan's villa.

It was two a.m.

Gordan was woken up by the heavy pounding on the door.

"Who is it?" Gordan sat up, feeling annoyed. He glanced at his phone. It was five past two.

"Gordan, get your f*cking *ss out of there!" Ray's voice came from outside the door.

Gordan frowned and pushed the door open while he said, "Are you out of your mind? Why are you swearing and cursing at my house in the middle of the night!"

Ray got furious when he saw Gordan's sleepy appearance. He pointed at him and scolded, "Bastard, how can you even sleep?"

"Why can't I sleep? Do you think everyone is just like you? You have nothing better to do than to come here and get roaring drunk in the middle of the night."

"Me getting drunk? Gordan Norton, look at what you've done!" Ray threw a stack of papers right on Gordan's face.

The maid had called Ray in the evening. She asked Ray if Vivian was at his place.

Ray had a bad feeling. After he made sure that Vivian was not in the villa, he sent his men to look for her.

However, Vivian did not drive, and her phone was turned off. There was no way Ray could locate where Vivian was with the GPS tracker.

A few hours later, Ray's subordinates were still unable to find Vivian. He asked Vivian's friends about her whereabouts, but she was nowhere to be found.

Ray had no choice but to come to the villa.

He pushed Vivian's bedroom door open and found a stack of papers on the dressing table.

They were copies of a divorce agreement.

The sharp edges of the paper scratched Gordan's handsome yet bruised face. He yelled at Ray with dissatisfaction, “What the f*ck are you doing?!"

“What did you do to my sister?" Ray clenched his fists. His eyes were blazing red with anger.

Ray refused to believe that Vivian would suddenly file a divorce. Hence, Gordan must have done something.

"I didn't do anything. I'll never do anything to that ugly woman!" Gordan clenched his fists. If it were not for the bruises on his face, he would not be suppressing his urge to pick a fight with Ray.

"How could my sister want to divorce you if you hadn't done anything?!" Ray suppressed the fury in his chest. If it were not for Luke, who had helped him before, Ray would have punched Gordan by now.

Vivian loved Gordan so much. She even went to great lengths to use her connections to make him stay by her side.

How could she possibly file for divorce?

“Divorce?" Gordan was stunned, and he blinked his eyes. After he finally understood what was happening, he laughed disdainfully. Ray's words amused him.

How was it possible for that ugly woman to let him go out of the kindness in her heart?

"Why? Did Vivian cry out that she wants a divorce? Go ahead with it, then. I'll write my name backward if she's really willing to divorce me!" Every word Gordan spoke was sonorous. He strongly believed that Vivian would not file for divorce.

She would pester him until the day she died. How could she possibly take the initiative to ask for a divorce and set him free?!

“Look at the papers you're holding in your hands. She has already signed her name!" Ray glared at Gordan. Vivian wanted a divorce, so he should be the happiest one about it.

That was why Vivian refused to watch this. She chose to give everything up and go into hiding.

Hiding was not a problem. What Ray was worried about was Vivian's safety.

If she wanted a divorce, then fine. It was not like Ray could not afford to support her. He would be willing to support her child too if she had one in the future.

However, he could not find Vivian anywhere now!

If the organization from the Island Of Despair had been secretly messing things up, Vivian was certainly one of Ray's biggest weaknesses.

That was why Ray was anxious about it.

Vivian would usually hide when she was behaving wilfully. There was hardly anyone who would dare to go against her for Ray's sake in the past.

However, things were different now.

There could be dangers everywhere.

Gordan listened to what Ray said. He was dumbfounded.

He could not be kidding, right? Vivian really wanted to divorce him?

Was it true that such a good thing would happen to him?

Ray picked up the papers and glanced at them. They were indeed a divorce agreement. Right under the column where the wife's name was stated was Vivian's name.