“Sign it.”In a Spacious office, bright sunlight shined in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Joseph’s eyes fell on the paper.It’s a DIVORCE AGREEMENT!Joseph was stunned, and a bunch of roses held in his hand fell onto ground.It’s his wedding anniversary day! He got divorce?“Rebecca, what does this... mean?” Joseph couldn’t believe what was happening.It was absurd that his wife’s secretary was asking him to sign the divorce agreement on such a special day.“Joseph,” Rebecca spoke his name seriously, her voice was slightly disdainful, “you’re no longer worthy of Charlotte, she’s such an elegant and successful lady.”Her words struck Joseph like a blow. Not worthy...of Charlotte?Two years ago, when Charlotte, his wife was financially struggling, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, it’s him, who had tirelessly helped her to get out of the dilemma.But as Charlotte’s business was getting more and more successful, she became more and more indifferent to him.He had never thought t

“Security, where’s the security? My son is about to be beaten to death by this lunatic!”Unable to stop Joseph, Mrs. Smith could only shout loudly.Quickly, some security guards came there.“Hurry up, stop him!” Mrs. Smith pointed at Joseph, screaming madly.Seeing someone approaching, Joseph also restrained himself. He stopped hitting Steven.“Oh god, my son, my poor son.” Mrs. Smith rushed to take care of Steven.At this point, Steven had been hit by Joseph to where his nose and mouth were bleeding, and his face was swollen.The two security guards also recognized them, exclaiming:“Oh my god… Joseph, Mrs. Smith and...”Well, they didn’t recognize the man with a swollen pig head.Meanwhile, Joseph kept silent. He quietly bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the necklace on the ground, carefully hiding it in pocket.Although Joseph’s face and demeanor seemed calm and indifferent, his hands were still trembling because of anger.If Steven were not her brother, he would die for hu

Amile was astonished. She had never experienced Eastern medicine, let alone expected a young man like Joseph to grasp such methods. These were indeed the recent issues she had been facing. With the head of the family in trouble, Amile herself had been struggling. Her routines disrupted, her eating habits erratic, and she indeed experienced endocrine disorders, often having headaches. Last night, she indulged in a few things and immediately had stomach issues. Amile had recently taken quite a few medications, but her body had yet to fully recover.Witnessing her sister’s astonishment, Coco understood that Joseph’s diagnosis was accurate. Coco’s trust in this young man surged. She looked at him hopefully, now with no hesitation in urging him to step forward to her grandfather’s bedside.“Please, save my grandfather,” she implored.Joseph nodded. But Amile still stubbornly blocked his path.“Have you got information from the servant beside me, or the doctors in this area?” Amile still cou

Joseph’s qi was flowing into Mr. Watt’s bloodstream, searching for the organs corroded by the poison. The qi of a cultivator differed from normal. It was a strengthening qi, with special healing abilities, even higher than others’, not to mention, not everyone knew how to guide qi. Along with the increase in qi in the body, Mr. Watt’s complexion became rosier, his pulse steadier, far from the near-death appearance just moments ago. This change made Willock suspicious, both astonished and unwilling to accept it. After 30 minutes, someone quickly brought in the items. They placed the centipedes, moth wings, and fly legs in one vial. Joseph stopped infusing qi, this time lowering Mr. Watt back to lying down. He took those strange items and placed them in the patient’s mouth and nostrils. “Look closely, this is obviously the sinister work of those quacks! They dare to toy with fire in front of the heir of the Watt family!” The doctors around Willock also murmured, saying they felt no c

The leader, irritated by her haughty demeanor, snarled menacingly. “Do you think you’re able to negotiate with me? Get out of the car! Immediately! Don’t make me resort to violence against women.” Coco chuckled lightly. Only a fool would step out to be prey for them. Prolonging the time, she dialed for help. She glanced at Joseph, then reclined her seat. She crawled into the driver’s seat, addressing Joseph through the rearview mirror. “Buckle up; I’ll get you out of here.” The leader, unable to contain his impatience any longer, gestured to his comrades, his voice booming, “If you won’t drink the toast, then you’ll drink the penalty!” The car wouldn’t start, likely because of the tampering of the bribed driver. Coco narrowed her eyes at the approaching gang, her hand tightening around the gun concealed in her inner pocket. Since childhood, Coco’s prominent family had taught her how to deal with ruffians like these. But then, there was a sound from behind. Joseph opened the door a