Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

He loved his beautiful face, loved his noble and aloof demeanor, loved the way he remained upright and proper even in the midst of a place of debauchery.

But more than that, there was resentment. Why was this man so hard to win over?

For every person who approached him with confidence, there were just as many left frustrated and disappointed.

Just as the rumors suggested, Young Master Dales was indeed indifferent to worldly temptations to an extreme. He wouldn’t spare a glance at the most stunning woman standing before him.

If it weren’t for his fiancée, people might even suspect he had issues with his preferences.

But now, this Young Master Dales, who showed no interest in women, spent a billion to buy a woman.

A woman whose appearance wasn’t even particularly outstanding.

Compared to the price he offered, his actions were even more astonishing.

The calm and reserved, deeply loyal Young Master Dales was willing to spend a fortune on a woman.

In an instant, countless eyes were fixed on him. Among these gazes from all directions, some were in shock, some were meaningful, and some were simply watching with the relish of someone enjoying a show.

Even the man on the auction stage was startled, staring at him incredulously. To ensure he hadn’t misheard, the auctioneer slowly asked once more, "Young Master, could you repeat your bid?"

"One billion." Henry Dales’ voice was soft, but in the silence surrounding him, it was remarkably clear, heard by everyone present.

Someone audibly gasped.

Truly insane.

The woman inside the crystal coffin was fine, but how could she be worth a billion?

Even if he’d set the bid at twenty million, probably no one would compete with him, yet he had directly raised the price to such heights. It was simply too crazy.

A billion bid.

Without a doubt, no one else would contest with him.

Women, especially beautiful women, were never in short supply.

Heh, with a billion, you could buy all kinds of exceptionally beautiful women. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

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The night was deep.

When Henry Dales left Drunken Dreams with Scarlett Yates in his arms, it was already 1:30 AM.

The moonlight in Fort City was beautiful.

So beautiful, it was as if pearls had been ground into powder and scattered all over the ground. The bright moonlight fell on the earth, and as Henry Dales stepped through it, his gaze softened like moonlight when looking down at the person in his arms.

On the street stood tall French sycamore trees, and the doorman parked his car beneath them. When Henry Dales approached with Scarlett Yates, the doorman opened the back door, then respectfully withdrew.

Henry Dales carefully placed Scarlett Yates on the back seat.

She was still asleep, her long eyelashes dusted with shimmering powder, like a trace left by a moonlit kiss.

Henry Dales despised her being dressed up this way.

He hated the dress on her body, hated her curled hair, hated the crystal crown on her head, and hated the glittering powder on her skin even more.

He wished fervently to cleanse her immediately. Seeing her dressed like an auction item, he could not restrain his anger.

He couldn’t imagine if he hadn’t happened to be at Drunken Dreams tonight negotiating business, he might have missed her?

At the thought of her potentially falling into the hands of the old man sitting next to him, he even felt a murderous urge.

Fortunately, the worst outcome did not occur.

At this moment, she lay quietly in his car, and he vowed never to let her fall into any perilous situation again.