A Billionaire After Divorce

THE BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

The beautiful stranger's jaw drops, her eyes widening in disbelief as if a sudden jolt of electricity had just coursed through her veins, leaving her momentarily stunned.

When Jordan mocked Henry into getting furious just now, she'd assumed it was either he was stupid for doing such an outrageous thing or he didn't comprehend the kind of power Henry Maguire wields.

She was still yet to figure out just what it was and now he has done far worse! He attacked Henry Maguire!

Henry freaking Maguire!

No, she cannot believe it. For a man with the appearance of a pauper, she never thought he could be that bold. Her heart is whacking heavily against her chest.

And it is not just because Jordan turned out to be so daring, but also because he might not know what he is getting himself into.

No matter what, this is Henry Maguire, and not any Tom, Dick, or Harry can afford to provoke him, let alone cause him harm.

She sways her gaze to Jordan, seemingly about to talk sense into him and make him understand the thousand and one reasons he shouldn't be attacking Henry, only for her to see him whisper something into Henry's ear and the next second Henry is scampering away like a scared kitten without looking back for even a second.

Her blood runs cold, her feet quaking in her heels and her body as if a leaf. 'What did he do to Henry Maguire that could get him scampering away like that?' She gasps, almost running out of breath.

Why won't she?

This man, Henry, is the scion of the Maguire family, the top 4 family in the county! No one below their level can afford to provoke them, so what could Jordan have possibly told such a scion that got him scampering away as if he would die any second if he didn't?

"You don't need to worry your head so much lest you get a headache. I got no Aspirin here. Anyways, he is merely hypnotized and would be fully awake in the next thirty minutes. And be rest assured that no harm would come to him in his course of fleeing as he still has some self-awareness left in him," Jordan calmly explains, seemingly knowing what she is thinking.

"Really?" The beautiful stranger gasps, utterly flabbergasted. "Wait," she raises a curious brow at him and nibbles on her lower lip. "A... Are you perhaps a magician?"

Jordan merely smiles without saying anything. He just doesn't see the need to affirm or deny. After all, he would not be having anything to do with her after now, and also didn't like talking about himself.

But little did he know that not saying anything had just made the beautiful stranger so intrigued that she wants nothing more than to know all about him.

Her curiosity is suddenly at its zenith!

"So," she clears her throat, so ready to start bombarding him with personal questions, but at this moment, another voice is heard a few steps away from them, cutting her off.

It is a familiar voice. Isabella! Jordan frowns. Is she trailing him now?

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of heels whacking against the tiled floor chimes as Isabella walks up to them. "Jordan," she frowns.

"I knew it was you at first glance because my eyes can not deceive me, but seeing that it is really you, I can't help but wonder what you are doing here and how you got in.

"As far as I can remember, only big shots like me are allowed entrance in here, so tell me, how did a pauper like you get in, did you perhaps sneak in?" Her brows crinkle in disgust and mockery.

"Y-" Jordan is about to respond when the beautiful stranger seductively places a finger on his lips, shutting him up. Simultaneously, she grabs his hand, holding it firmly in hers, and asks with a subtle smile, "Who is this stranger? Is she your friend?" After which she removes her finger from his lips to let him speak.

Isabella's eyes dim. She doesn't know why she would be feeling this way, somewhat angry, but she can't help it. She only just divorced Jordan a few minutes ago, how could another lady be acting all that lovey-dovey with him already? She knows it's none of her business, but she just can't help being pricked. Was he cheating on her?

Jordan casts a cold glance at the beautiful stranger, retorting, "She is my ex-wife!"

"Oh," the beautiful stranger mouths, seemingly surprised to hear that. If Jordan didn't say it, she wouldn't have known he was a divorcee. It is quite shocking.

And from the look of things, it appears he wasn't the one who initiated the divorce.

'Wow!' She is even more flabbergasted at that realization. Like what manner of woman would divorce such a man like him? Obviously this one before her!

She sways her gaze to Isabella and says with a bitter smile, "You had such an amazing man but you divorced him. Is it that you are dumb or something? Like, how could you have done such a thing?

"Gosh, if you were my sister, I would never have forgiven you! Anyways, I should thank you because you have just thrown him into my arms! I'm so grateful!"

Isabella looks at the girl from head to toe and feels a pang of jealousy wash over her. This girl is more younger and beautiful than her. To top it off, she has all the right things in the right places. She can't hold a candle to her at all. How can Jordan be that lucky?

She scoffs at the girl and sneers, "I don't know the lies he must have fed you, but that dude you are clutching on only has his good looks and nothing else. You can't settle for such a loser, can you?"

The beautiful stranger smiles and retorts derisively, "What do you know? Do you think money is everything? Anyways, I don't even care if he is rich or not because I am!"