Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master!-Chapter 191: You Will Meet Someone Better

Thea Shaw really did go with Julia Wyatt to get the divorce certificate.

Mrs. Sutton found out and scolded her, "Why are you getting involved in someone else’s divorce?"

Thea Shaw replied, "If I don’t do something, I feel uneasy taking money."

Mrs. Sutton was dumbfounded, "Did you go to do fortune-telling for the Wyatt Family?"

Thea Shaw’s expression was a bit complicated, "How should I put it, maybe something like that. Oh, Mom, I’m heading out now, not going to say more."

As Thea Shaw left, Mrs. Sutton, while feeding Bambi breakfast, said to Mr. Sutton, who hadn’t left for work yet, "I wonder where she learned this ability from. I’ve heard there are taboos in this line of work. Thea has been doing this so diligently, could she be breaking some taboo?"

"What are you worried about?"

Mr. Sutton wasn’t concerned, and he said, "There’s a place called The Aetherium Sect that even has official credentials. As long as it’s legal, no taboos of superstition would be broken. What taboo is Thea breaking?"

Mrs. Sutton: "..."

Has superstition really become so rampant nowadays?

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Thea Shaw arrived at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau and saw Julia Wyatt and Clara Tate.

They had already discussed everything yesterday, so getting the certificate was all that was needed. Julia Wyatt didn’t want Clara Tate’s money—her family didn’t lack it.

When Thea Shaw saw Julia Wyatt, she also noticed Clara Tate’s equally troubled face.

Thea Shaw was more sensitive than the two of them; she sensed someone nearby trying to take photos.

It was highly likely to be paparazzi.

Of course, if they managed to capture something, Thea Shaw wouldn’t care, as Clara Tate would be the one in trouble.

Though looking troubled, Clara Tate still carried herself with arrogance, her chin held high as she looked at Thea Shaw.

Inwardly, Thea Shaw was clicking her tongue.

To avoid being photographed herself, Thea Shaw made sure to wear sunglasses.

After Julia Wyatt and Clara Tate went inside, they didn’t even exchange a word. Clara Tate probably realized that things were beyond saving and didn’t intend to try.

Seeing his demeanor, Thea Shaw secretly asked Julia Wyatt, "Is he still unwilling?"

He doesn’t even like her, so why bother holding on?

Wouldn’t try to act all deep now.

Tch—trash.

The dream last night had heightened all of Julia Wyatt’s vigilance; she didn’t want to find herself in such a situation again.

She had to leave Clara Tate.

So at this moment, she showed no expression: "It has nothing to do with me anymore."

She was only responsible for getting the divorce certificate.

Luckily, nothing went awry. After coming out of the civil affairs bureau, Clara Tate, who had been silent all this time, spoke up: "How about a meal together, just as a conclusion to our seven-year marriage."

"I am grateful you remember that we’ve been married for seven years."

Julia Wyatt had a slight smile on her lips, trying not to look like the embarrassed party: "I’m not in the mood for a meal. Goodbye, Clara Tate. You’ll find someone better in the future."

In the dream, there was a girl, like a ball of light, whose features Julia Wyatt couldn’t discern.

For Clara Tate to take a liking to a woman, she must be more remarkable than Julia Wyatt.

Even if it was just a dream, Julia Wyatt thought, maybe, just maybe, it was real.

She didn’t worry about her own future; Clara Tate wouldn’t lose happiness.

She was now beginning to consider her own happiness.

Thea Shaw warmly linked arms with Julia Wyatt: "Let’s go, Wyatt, today’s a happy day. My mom said she’s prepared a feast at home for you, do you want to come?"

"Of course."

Julia Wyatt smiled brightly; she wanted to visit Bambi.