Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 92: She Teams Up with Noah Grant Against Him!

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: She Teams Up with Noah Grant Against Him!

Ian felt a sharp pang at his heart, quickly followed by a burning rage. He gritted his teeth, "Vera, you really dare to send it."

The man emanated a powerful, oppressive presence.

His thumb incessantly rubbed the wedding ring on his left hand’s ring finger.

Vera wore a face of arrogance, sarcastically asking, "First day knowing me?"

The way he looked injured just now was nothing but her illusion.

Someone as narcissistic as him didn’t have "hurt" in his vocabulary. If it was there, it’d be a deliberately pitiful act. Right now, his anger was just about damaged narcissism.

A prey escaping the hunter’s control and biting back was intolerable to him.

Ian coldly eyed her up and down with his dark eyes and let out a light snort through his nose, "Well done! Seven years of knowing each other, a year of marriage, you actually want me to lose everything!"

Owen stepped forward, shielding Vera, "You damn well deserve it!"

"My sister hurt her most precious foot for you, and how do you repay her?"

Ian remained indifferent, not responding.

He settled into a seat to the side, crossing his long legs, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shook one out, and put it at the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes glancing at Vera, who was staring blankly at her phone.

For the third time, Vera tried to send the video. It clearly showed as sent, but when she opened it, there was nothing on the homepage. Immediately, she received a private message from the platform: According to relevant laws and regulations, the video you uploaded contained illegal content, so we processed and deleted it.

The video, even though she censored it slightly before uploading, was still useless.

Not only on this platform, but all the other platforms had also censored her video!

Vera subconsciously looked towards Ian.

The man in a suit sat there, slightly tilting his head lighting a cigarette, with a clear, slim, handsome face.

He took a puff, stretched an arm back to rest on the chair back, and looked over here, a rebellious smile playing at his lips.

Their eyes met, his gaze provocative.

Vera tightened her grip on the phone.

She understood that Ian had already given advance notice to the relevant departments that all indecent videos concerning him would be blocked!

Owen hadn’t seen Vera’s video, when he looked at her, he saw her staring intently at the arrogant Ian.

"Vera, you should be thankful the video was blocked. If you really sent it, you’d have cut off several big shot’s road to riches. They dealing with you would be easier than squashing an ant." Ian gazed at her with a haunting tone.

Owen finally reacted, charged forward to punch him, but Ian’s bodyguards stepped up in time to block him.

Elias stepped forward, well-trained, reminded him, "President Sheridan, don’t be impulsive, there are cameras everywhere here."

Owen was unable to stay calm, grabbed the bodyguard’s suit collar, and went to hit him.

Vera stepped forward, pulling at him, advising him to calm down, also shielding him behind her, as she glared down at the sitting Ian.

"Ian, I don’t believe you can cover the sky with one hand, I can easily send this video to all your rivals, let them bring you down!"

Ian brushed off cigarette ash, his expression arrogant, completely not taking her threat seriously, his gaze sizing her up from head to toe.

"Vera, you’re afraid of sex and became a cripple, I never despised you, accommodated you, waited for you to heal, but you don’t appreciate it."

In essence, he never despised her sexual repression and disability, but she was disgusted by his betrayal.

Owen was furious and wanted to charge forward again.

Vera moved before him, fiercely flung a file bag at Ian’s arrogant, conceited face!

The man turned his head to dodge, the file bag gave him a loud slap!

"Ian! Let’s be clear, you damn well still despise my sister, and she got hurt because of you! You swore before marriage that you didn’t care!" Owen angrily cursed at him in rebuttal.

Ian’s fingertip lightly stroked his aching cheek, eyeing Vera, "Go home obediently, you’re still Mrs. Kane, today’s matter, I’ll treat it as if it never happened."

"Afterward, Owen will still be a young and promising, famous architectural designer."

The man’s tone was indifferent, yet every word reeked of utmost arrogance, as if asking her to return home was charity to her and Owen.

Owen replied in anger and shame, "I don’t give a damn!"

Vera sneered, "Ian, wait for my divorce papers!"

Not willing to waste another word with him, she turned and pulled Owen away.

Ian glared at her unflinching back, gritting his teeth, snuffed out half a cigarette in his bare hand, and suddenly stood up, "Vera, let’s see which divorce lawyer dares take your case!"

Vera’s steps faltered, her heart tightened.

At this moment, a tall figure emerged from behind a screen in the corner of the civil affairs bureau hall, Noah Grant stepped forward with steady strides, walking towards them.

In his immaculate suit and tie, he exuded dignity and gravity, with a strikingly handsome and commanding face.

His footsteps echoed through the hall, each step pounding on Vera’s heart.

She stared at him, frozen.

Seeing Noah, Ian Kane tightened his grip on the cigarette fragments in his palm, a cold sneer concealing venom at the corner of his mouth.

Now, the man stood firmly in front of Vera, his gaze directed towards him, his deep and magnetic voice resonating powerfully, "I’m taking her divorce case."

Vera was stunned.

The gazes of the two men collided across the distance.

Noah’s deep eyes interwove disdain, provocation, and an unyielding confidence!

Ian Kane’s thin lips pressed tight, his fingertips forcefully rubbing his wedding ring, the rise and fall of his chest betraying the hatred he felt towards Noah as a thorn in his eye!

Vera also looked at him, "Ian Kane, Senior Grant is now my divorce lawyer. Later, I’ll delegate him to send you the lawyer’s letter!"

In the quiet hall, Vera and Noah stood side by side, confronting Ian Kane across the space.

Tension filled the air.

His wife, the closest person to him, had teamed up with another man to take him on!

Ian Kane looked at their arms almost touching, recollecting an image of his father patiently teaching a young boy to ski, his emotions teetering on the edge of losing control!

Under the dome lights, his deep dark eyes sparkled with fragments of light, yet his lips curled into a proud arc as he gave them a long, sharp look, turned around, and strode towards the entrance.

Vera shifted her gaze, unsure of what to say to Noah.

Owen offered him a cigarette, "Noah, I thank you on behalf of my sister."

Owen’s voice quivered as he spoke, his large hands shaking.

Ian Kane buying him the award had a huge impact, more hurtful than the accusation.

Noah took the cigarette, encouraging him, "Owen, as long as you’ve got your talent, you can prove yourself from scratch! Right now, you need a complete break from Ian Kane."

"Talent," referring to his skill in design.

"I’ve noticed your work—the art museum at Aethelgard Academy, South Campus. Whether it’s the Chinese aesthetic or design concept, it’s top-notch. Even without Ian Kane’s behind-the-scenes manipulation, you deserve the award!"

Owen’s chest shook as he met Noah’s appreciative gaze, the 26-year-old’s eyes shimmering with tears.

This is the difference between Noah and Ian Kane.

One genuinely appreciates and believes in his talent, the other ostensibly "helps" him, proclaiming it’s "for your own good," essentially denying his independent personality and ability.

Vera was also deeply touched.

Standing before her, Noah was like a towering mountain, steady and broad.

She solemnly thanked him on behalf of Owen, "Thank you."

The three walked together out of the civil affairs office.

A Maybach parked at the roadside.

Ian Kane opened the car door, sat inside the modified cabin sofa, with Jasper Crowe sitting opposite, his leg crossed, chin slightly raised, aristocratically indifferent.

He sized up Ian Kane opposite him, "Kane, the old man asked me to tell you not to lose sight of the bigger picture."

"A hero cannot resist the allure of beauty; sentimental affairs are a taboo for a tycoon like you in the business world."

Ian Kane tore off his tie, picked up the whiskey from the ice bucket, and poured himself a glass.

Just as he was about to take a sip, Jasper Crowe stopped him, "Mixing alcohol with cefixime, taking off so casually, eh, bro!"

Ian Kane had pneumonia, relying daily on cefixime for inflammation.

Shrugging off Jasper Crowe’s interference, Ian Kane downed the glass, "Sentimental affairs... not so much."

Jasper Crowe raised an eyebrow, finding his thoughts obscure and unpredictable.

"Your wife isn’t the kind of woman who clings desperately. You grant her wish for a fulfilling divorce and provide ample compensation, she won’t trouble you much; there’s no need to blow things out of proportion."

"I can help smooth things over this time, but not necessarily next time. Besides, Noah is involved too."

"The old man says harmony brings wealth; inviting trouble is digging your own grave."

Ian Kane lifted his eyelid and remained silent, continuing to light a cigarette.

Jasper Crowe’s tone deepened, "The old man’s advice, you should end this marriage... divorce!"