Chapter 9

Lindsay's lips were stained with blood, which made her look even paler. Her eyes were reddened, and Brayden suddenly froze. Before he could react, his assistant, Darren White, came over to the car and said in a low voice, "Um, Mr. Hart, Ms. Scarlett is awake. She's crying and wants to see you—" Brayden finally snapped out of it. He forcefully suppressed the strange pang he felt in his heart and forced himself to regain his rationality. He said coldly to Lindsay, "I've arranged a press conference for this afternoon. Remember to arrive on time and publicly clarify that Scarlett is your biological sister. If you don't come, I'll never touch you again!" He got out of the car. As the door closed behind him with a bang, the tears that Lindsay had been holding back finally rolled down her cheeks. Never touch her again? She and Brayden no longer had a future together. She took out her phone and sent her lawyer, Kenneth Manson, a message. "Mr. Manson, please go to the press conference and publicly announce my divorce from Brayden." After sending the message, she looked up at the driver. "Go to the airport." … An hour later, Lindsay got on the private plane Francesca had prepared for her. As soon as she did, she saw over a dozen missed calls and several messages from Brayden on her phone. "The press conference is going to start in half an hour. Where are you, Lindsay? "Lindsay, don't say I didn't warn you. If you don't turn up today, I'll never touch you again! "Lindsay, where the hell are you?" Lindsay read through the messages, which became progressively angrier over time. She remained expressionless and turned off her phone. Then, she took out the SIM card and tossed it away. As the plane began coasting, she closed her eyes. She thought inwardly, "Goodbye, Brayden. "Goodbye, Laurence and Azalea." Four years ago, they hadn't had any connection with each other. From now on, they would no longer have anything to do with each other.