After Divorce, I Became A Billionaire

3. Return to the Family

"She's standing there for me."

"Bye bye, ex-husband. I'm coming back to inherit my family's billion-dollar fortune."

After leaving the club, Emily spotted a car parked in front of her. This car looked very similar to the Lamborghini she had driven earlier. She didn't need to look to know who had come to pick her up. In the passenger seat, the man was making a call, and the way he spoke with utmost politeness indicated that he was undoubtedly someone of high stature. She got into the car and sat down, and the car quickly sped away on the wide road.

"Did you inform my father, David Mitchell?" Emily asked the man.

"That's right. You're in trouble now. He even sent bodyguards to protect you," the man replied with a smile.

David Mitchell, Emily Mitchell's older brother, was a man with a charming and captivating appearance. With his moderate height and confidence radiating from every step, he made a strong impression at first sight. David Mitchell had warm, deep brown eyes that reflected intelligence and sophistication in his thinking. His face was radiant and well-groomed, showing his care for his appearance.

Like a true leader, David Mitchell always exuded confidence and decisiveness in every situation. His personality showed maturity and responsibility, as he was both protective and caring towards Emily.

"If you were there, then my little sister wouldn't be alone like this."

"I know, with your current identity needing to be kept carefully, and mine already exposed. If I stand by your side, many people will talk about it," he said gently and concerningly as he drove.

"Hmm," Emily replied and looked out the window, her face slightly annoyed but also somewhat endearing.

"Alright, Dad called me to pick you up. Your car will have someone deliver it later, no need to worry."

The car sped along the wide road under the dazzling night sky of the bustling and glamorous city. The streetlights sparkled, and the lights from eye-catching advertisements illuminated the night with a vibrant energy. The tall skyscrapers on both sides of the road stretched like modern towers, blending classic beauty with modernity, creating an incredibly captivating scene. The music from bars and the cheerful conversations of pedestrians filled the space with music and liveliness.

The car continued to glide through intersections, pass crowded parking lots, and leave glittering trails on the road surface. In the vibrant atmosphere of the night, the emotions, hopes, and joys of the two people in the car blended into the dynamic flow of urban life.

Here is a modified version of the passage you provided, which has been edited for improved sentence structure and clarity:

At the man Emily had just divorced, after a long while, he finally became aware of the situation. At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"Haha, finally, Joseph Wilson, the notorious heir of the Dragonforge clan, who is famously difficult to approach, has been forcibly kissed by a woman," another man approached and taunted with a humorous tone, a face full of amusement.

"Shut up, Ryan Miller," he replied with his naturally cold and aloof tone, while the other person couldn't contain their laughter. In his mind, no woman had ever dared to touch him like this, but with her, it was different and openly kissing him made him find it intriguing.

"Give you 3 minutes, find me information about her," he picked up his phone to call someone, but before the person on the other end could answer, he quickly hung up. In less than 3 minutes, he had all the information about her in the palm of his hand.

"Emily Mitchell, right? It's quite a coincidence; her older brother and I are currently in a business collaboration between our families. We'll definitely meet again next time," he said to himself.

It's unexpectedly easy to investigate her like this; this man's identity is not simple.

At the Williams clan's estate.

"Hmm, you finally came back," the elderly father was patiently waiting in front of the spacious house, speaking gently and kindly. His gentle eyes were fixed on his youngest daughter, whom he had loved and cherished tirelessly. But his daughter had to hide and live discreetly on the outside, married to a man unworthy of her brothers. In the end, he had to divorce his daughter because of an extramarital affair. Clearly, he had held the golden branch and jade leaves, nurturing his youngest daughter significantly, but he dared not strike her even once, yet her ex-husband treated her this way. Only when he thought of this did he feel a surge of anger.

"Daddy," Emily jumped out of the car and embraced her elderly father, acting like a child.

"Do you still remember your old man?" he asked, emphasizing each word.

"Hehe," Emily giggled sweetly.

"Come inside, your mother is waiting for you inside," he said and turned to lead Emily into the house, with his youngest daughter holding onto him.

"Oh, it's truly a reunion. The scent of family," Emily whispered, feeling the familiar family atmosphere flooding back.

After so long of living discreetly on the outside, Emily Mitchell had returned to her family and stepped into her clan's main house. Her emotions at this moment were very complex.

First and foremost, she felt happy and proud to be back where she belonged, a place that had witnessed her growing up and becoming a strong woman through challenging circumstances. Emily felt the love and warmth from her family, especially from her father, who had always been her emotional anchor during this time.

However, she couldn't escape the worry and tension. Returning to her family meant facing her past and painful memories. She had to find a way to keep her life's secrets from her family and clan to avoid disappointing them.

Emily also knew that she would have to deal with challenges from within the clan, some of whom might not be pleased with her marriage and divorce, and her different way of life. She reminded herself to be strong and patient to overcome any future difficulties and trials.