Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 82: The Method

Mika’s words instantly shattered his good mood.

Archie Summers’s face darkened as he refused, "You are not going back today."

"Brother, I have to go back. Please, just take me home." ’If she didn’t go back, there was no telling what horrible things Tristan Grayson might do to her.’

"I said you’re not going back, and I mean it. Mika, go to your room and sleep now." ’They were about to get a divorce, yet she was still fixated on going back to him.’

’Since he had already decided to help Mika make a clean break from Tristan Grayson, he couldn’t afford to be soft. If he let this continue, Mika would undoubtedly be tricked into going back to Tristan Grayson again.’

"Brother..."

"This is not up for discussion." Archie Summers, who was always good-natured with his sister, was being incredibly firm this time.

No matter how many times Mika called out to him, he pretended not to hear.

Mika Summers watched her brother turn and head upstairs. Refusing to give up, she followed him. ’She couldn’t believe her brother would treat her this way.’

But just as she reached the staircase, Louise Jordan appeared out of nowhere, grabbed her by the arm, and said in a cold voice, "Miss Summers, you are not permitted to go upstairs without the boss’s orders."

Mika Summers stomped her foot in frustration and cursed under her breath, "Damn it..." ’If he wouldn’t take her home, she’d go by herself.’

With that thought, she stormed toward the front door.

Louise Jordan didn’t try to stop her, instead following behind at a leisurely pace.

When Mika Summers got to the yard, she saw two large German shepherds sleeping by the main gate. She swallowed nervously.

Her body trembling, she slowly made her way toward the gate.

The two dogs seemed to sense the movement and raised their heads to look at her in unison.

Mika Summers was so frightened her legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Louise Jordan crossed her arms, enjoying the scene before her. A smile played on her lips. ’The boss’s methods really are effective. He knew two large German shepherds would be enough to keep Miss Summers here.’

Mika Summers squeezed her eyes shut and slowly shuffled toward the main gate.

With every step she took, the two dogs rose a little higher. By the time she was almost at the gate, both German shepherds were fully on their feet, staring at her with their big, dark eyes, unblinking.

She could feel it—she was completely unable to take another step.

She was frozen to the spot.

After standing there in fear for a few seconds, she abandoned all pretense and bolted back toward the villa.

Louise Jordan followed her inside, satisfied. Only when she saw Mika Summers gasping for breath and sliding down against the wall to a squat did she speak. "Miss Summers, it’s getting late. Allow me to escort you to your room to rest."

Hearing her words, Mika Summers could only nod.

「Two hundred meters from the Summers family villa」

Tristan Grayson sat in his car, waiting for that woman.

’He was certain that she would come home after seeing his text.’

But he waited and waited, and still, there was nothing.

He gripped his phone tightly, his eyes burning with fury.

’She’s getting bolder and bolder. Now she won’t even listen to him.’

’No reply to his text, and she hasn’t come back. Is she really trying to get rid of him for good?’

’Even if she wanted to get rid of him, it absolutely couldn’t be now. Besides, the only one with the right to end things was him. She would never have the right to be the first one to walk away.’

Perhaps blinded by rage, Tristan Grayson tapped her name and made the call.

At that moment, Mika Summers was lying in bed, wondering how she could possibly reply to Tristan Grayson in a way that wouldn’t make him angry.