Paul Chile's Rise To Fame

Chapter 4 - Heartless Divorce Offer

Faced with utter rejection from Ella, Paul sighed dejectedly, hanging his head very low in the deep sorrow that overtook him.

“Erm…” He opened his mouth to speak but could not utter a single word. He was so emotionally down that he was unable to get his words straight, which hindered him from voicing what he wanted to say to her. This created an unending atmosphere of silence within Orlan's family mansion such that the sorrowful heartbeat of Paul became the most laudable voice that resonated and sounded in the compound, very audible and strong enough to correct the hearing impairment of the deaf.

“Hahaha!”

Bryan suddenly burst into thunderous and boisterous laughter, laughing nonstop like a Cheshire cat while making mockery of Paul. “I thought you were strong enough to slap me the other time, but little did I know that you can't even withstand an ordinary word that was said to you just now by a woman. Haha!

“Let me tell you the truth, little dog. No, you're even worse than a dog.” Bryan's voice was full of disdain and mockery and his intent gaze at Paul was laced with sheer condescension. “A dog like you is not worthy of being with a beautiful woman like Miss Ella Orlan. You can't take care of her or maintain her beauty. You should even be glad and happy that I am here to replace your position and take good care of Ella. Can't you see that both of us are destined to be together?

“Kindly help yourself now by taking one hundred thousand dollars from Ella and agreeing to the divorce terms and conditions and afterward use the money to better your wretched life and probably find a low-class girl who would surely complement your class to be with.”

Ignoring Bryan's mockery words, Paul turned to Ella and began to voice his disappointment and displeasure, saying, “Ella, don't allow these people to corrupt your mind. Do you remember that I was imprisoned for no reason just because of you? How could you be this heartless? How could you…”

Despite struggling so hard to calm himself down, Paul suddenly lost his voice, which was immediately replaced with somber tears that filled up his eyes.

Meanwhile, Ella ignored his tearing eyes and sobbing voice and said to him, “Enough of that drama. Here's the money. Take it and leave this place right now and don't forget to meet me at the welfare department tomorrow for the signing of the divorce papers!”

“We are not going to divorce each other, and I am not taking the money either. I know that you’re not acting with your mind right now as your mind has been weaponized to ruin our peaceful and glorious relationship with this monster. However, I will try my best to be by your side in these trying times in order to help you recover quickly.” Paul refused to collect the money from Ella. He also rejected the divorce, stating that Ella was not acting on her own accord but under the manipulative force of their enemies.

“You are not going to take the money?!” Ella froze momentarily as Paul rejected her divorce offer.

As if struck by a lurking rageful angel, a fierce anger swept from Ella, erupted and manifested like a volcanic tsunami. She opened her mouth again and yelled angrily at Paul, saying, “Bastard, how dare you to reject my divorce offer?! Who are you to stand before me and in my father's compound to ridicule my decision?! See, you must accept to be divorced. Otherwise, I won't let you go untouched!”

Turning to the security guards at their house, she commanded, “Security, beat him up and never stop until he is heavily wounded. That is going to be his punishment for saying that he doesn't agree to be divorced. You can throw him out of the gate after he has been beaten to stupor!”

Saying this, Ella turned around and walked towards the stairway of their compound alongside Bryan, who was laughing merrily as if he had won a global trophy. Meanwhile, the security guards seized Paul and began to man-handle him very fiercely.

In sheer luck and ample opportunity, Paul wriggled out of the terrifying grips and t*****e of the security guards, and took to his heels, fleeing from Orlan's family house through their gate.

However, the security guards were unrelenting. They followed him up, pursuing him as if they were pursuing a wanted hardened criminal.

Paul ran out of Orlan's family house and continued running at blinding speed on the highway whilst the security guards pursued him non-stop.

Meanwhile, there were some racing convoys of black-tinted-glass Mercedes Maybach cars that suddenly pulled out from nowhere onto the highway and blocked Paul's way.

From behind these black-tinted Mercedes Maybach convoys, some groups of heavily armed, sturdy and muscular-looking men numbering about ten people were seen making their way towards Paul.

Confused and not knowing what else he was to do at that moment, he stopped running and stood helplessly rooted like a statue on a spot in the middle of the road, praying to get rammed upon by one of those high-speed racing convoys of Mercedes Maybach cars.

For Paul, he was better off being rammed upon and killed by some cars than being killed by Ella and Bryan's hitmen. After all, his deceased parents died from a fatal accident, it would also gladden his heart to join them through the same fate.

At least, he would never have to suffer ridiculing, rejections and mockery from the world again.

At this moment, Paul had concluded that there was no need for him to remain alive. He had lost almost all the people and things that mattered to him the most. He lost his beloved parents eight years ago, lost his deceased parents' empire to his ruthless uncle, and now, he has also lost the only woman he had loved and cherished for his lifetime. He even went to prison in order to protect her from external adversaries.

The most excruciating and painful part of this ordeal for Paul was the fact that he lost his woman to the same monster who unjustly locked him up in the prison dungeon for Godforsaken three years.

However, as Paul stood helplessly rooted on the highway with his two eyes closed tightly, waiting to be rammed upon by any of those convoys, a resonating screeching thud was produced across from him and jolted him back to life.

This screeching thud was from one of the black-tinted Mercedes Maybach convoys. Its driver had applied the automatic break, causing the tyres to produce some smoke and a screeching thud as it made contact with the tarred road before it was halted.

As Paul opened his tightly closed eyes, the halted black-tinted Mercedes Maybach car passenger’s door was instantly thrown open and a charismatic young-looking man who was dressed in a luxurious and imported Italian suit alighted from the car and greeted him with smiles on his face, saying, “Long live young master Chile. I am glad that I finally found you. Could you please join me in the car?”