Spoiled by My Ex's Uncle

Chapter 4 Leave and Go Home

Intoxicated Hue was the largest entertainment club in Lagos City, filled with all kinds of people, both good and bad.

As soon as Viola heard where Kate was, her sleepiness vanished. "Don't worry, send me your location. I'm coming right now!"

She jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed.

Viola didn't have many close friends, but Kate was one of the few.

When they were kids, Viola was often locked in the basement on rainy days or left outside in the cold during the winter by her family. It was Kate who secretly brought her food.

Kate was like a beacon of light in Viola's life, and one of the few people she truly cherished.

Grabbing her keys and helmet, Viola headed straight to the basement, hopped on her motorcycle, and roared out of the garage.

The wind whipped past her as she sped down the street, her bike tearing through the night like a streak of lightning, turning heads as she flew by.

A 40-minute ride turned into 20 minutes with her aggressive driving.

When she arrived, however, she found Kate was perfectly fine—and to her surprise, there were a lot of familiar faces gathered as well.

Worried Viola might be upset, Kate immediately linked arms with her, apologizing, "Sorry, Viola, I didn't mean to trick you."

She pouted playfully. "I was worried you'd be feeling down, so I got everyone together to cheer you up. But I knew if I invited you outright, you wouldn't come, so I came up with this little plan."

Viola took off her helmet, her long hair swirling in the air, revealing her stunning face to the room.

"You almost gave me a heart attack," she said, though her tone softened. "I'll let it go this time, but don't joke about something as serious as your safety again." She gave Kate a stern look.

Kate nodded quickly. "I promise, I won't!"

After they sat down, Kate wasted no time calling over five or six male models, grinning. "Viola, I handpicked these guys just for you. Take a look—don't they look great? After all those years with that boring man, you deserve a treat."

"Thank goodness you've escaped that miserable life. Smart women don't get tangled up in love, and getting a divorce was the best thing you could've done."

Viola glanced at the men in front of her. They were handsome, sure, but they lacked a certain ruggedness.

"How does everyone already know about my divorce?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

The group exchanged awkward glances, not sure how to answer.

Finally, Kate, still clinging to her arm, spoke up carefully, "Viola, the word is already out among the high society circles. Everyone's saying you got kicked out of the Burton family..."

Viola was stunned. "Kicked out? I caught him in bed with another woman and left on my own! How does he have the audacity to claim he kicked me out?"

Kate sighed. "Yeah, but with the Harel Group backing him, people believe whatever they say."

"Don't worry though, we've all got your back. No one's listening to that scumbag!"

"Exactly, Viola! Bruno is the worst kind of man, totally unreliable. It's good you got out when you did!"

After venting, everyone started raising their glasses, toasting Viola.

Across the room, seated in a VIP booth, Bruno had noticed Viola the moment she walked in. His eyes hadn't left her since.

For the past three years, she had always dressed in plain, drab clothes—so dull that just looking at her bored him, sometimes even irritated him.

But tonight, she was completely different. Confidence radiated from her, and the timid, submissive look she once had was long gone. The black dress she wore highlighted her curves, and every movement she made exuded elegance, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

As she saw the way Bruno was staring at her, Lori's eyes flared with jealousy.

'That woman! Even after their divorce, she's still hanging around like a ghost!'

"Bruno, don't be too hard on my sister. If she's working as a hostess now, it's probably because she's desperate," Lori said sweetly.

"Who would've thought she'd sink so low?"

Little did Viola know, just by having a drink with friends, she was being labeled as a hostess.

The club's flashing lights danced across Bruno's face, highlighting his sour expression. It was obvious he was in a terrible mood.

He stood up, ready to confront her, but Lori grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Bruno, if you go over there now, you'll just be letting everyone know she's still the Burton family's daughter-in-law. She might not care about her reputation, but you can't afford to lose yours," she whispered in his ear.

One of Bruno's friends noticed the tension and tried to lighten the mood. "Bruno, we finally got you out for a night of fun. Why are you so distracted? Come on, have a drink!"

After a moment of hesitation, Bruno sat back down.

Another friend chimed in, "Hey Bruno, I heard your uncle just got back from overseas. Got any insider tips for us?"

Bruno, feeling increasingly irritated, snapped, "If it's something I can share, it's not an insider tip, is it?"

The group fell silent, sensing his growing frustration.

Despite sitting back down, Bruno's gaze kept drifting back to Viola, now surrounded by men. The sight filled him with anger.

'She hasn't even finalized the divorce, and she's already out here partying? Shameless!'

Unable to contain himself any longer, he grabbed his phone and sent her a message on w******p: "Don't forget, we're still married. You're still Mrs. Burton. I'm ordering you to leave and go home immediately!"

Viola saw the message, glanced around the room, and quickly spotted Bruno. A cold smile played on her lips.

Kate saw the message too and shouted, "Oh great, now the scumbag is flaunting his mistress in public!"

Viola shot a glance at Bruno as if he were something filthy, then turned back to her friends, muttering, "Pathetic."