###Chapter 522 Divorce Certificate – Part 1

"No!" Ivelle opened her mouth to speak and sighed. She continued, "I won't deal with these problems. I always complicate simple problems. I admit it's also my problem. You are a bystander, but not just a bystander. You are my friend, so you can't watch me deal with it casually."

Linda looked at Ivelle's self-examination. She smiled and said, "You two are so cute. Come on, let's have a drink. True friends don't have any overnight feud. In the future, you will still be friends."

So then, the three of them drank completely out of control.

Grace's wine taste was really terrible. After a few glasses of wine, she was completely fragmented while pulling Linda to ask about the details of William's life as well as a variety of emotional experiences she had. Linda was fine at first, but then she said everything downright. If she talked too much, she must have had revealed the details. So, when the two women were together, they completely opened up to William's past. Fortunately, Ivelle was still a little sober because she was worried that she would be drunk for a while and that there would be no one to take care of them, so she would stop drinking when she felt she was half drunk and half sober.

Willaim called in a low, warm and angry voice. "Where are you?"

In hindsight, Ivelle remembered that she dragged Linda directly after work. She did not go back to cook dinner for him at all. He probably did not have dinner yet.

For a moment, his nerves became tense and he did not listen to what Grace said. He immediately cheered up and said, " Mr. Preston, I'm sorry, I'm out with my friends tonight. I-"

"I said, where are you?"

Ivelle felt numbed, and Grace said, "There is no second bar on this side of Beverly Hills."

"Who are you with?" Ivelle could tell. This guy was surely very angry and was just waiting for his buttons to be pushed before he exploded.

"Linda and Grace."

She had to answer honestly.

After thinking about it, she asked, "Mr. Preston, have you eaten yet?"

The phone hung up and he did not listen to me at all.

Seeing her on the phone, Grace, who had been drinking fragments, grabbed her and snatched the phone from her hand. She said drunkenly, "Who are you calling? Is it for Jordan?"

With that, she snatched away from her phone and said, "You-you should call him and get him back from Miss Kent. He is your man. Why should your man take care of other women? He should be taking care of you and be with you, even just where you are right now!"

Ivelle facepalmed. She felt a little helpless and so she just drank wine. Even though she was a little dizzy, she got up and sat her back on the sofa.

Linda's wine was very good and she lied quietly after the fragments, unlike Grace, who liked to pick around. Ivelle got up to pour Grace water. She was a little dizzy and seemed to have drunk a little too much as well.

"Jordan, your woman is drunk. Aren't you going to take care of her, are you?"

Grace heard a voice. Ivelle looked back and saw her holding her cellphone and pressing it randomly. Ivelle could not help frowning, "Grace, don't do it! Stop it!"

She ignored her at all. Seeing her red cheeks, she put the phone to her ear and shouted at the top of her lungs, "No, no, no!"

With that, she said, "No, I'm drunk now. I shouldn't call Jordan. I should call William and let him pick it up-"

As she spoke, she seemed to fall asleep.

Ivelle could not help but laugh. This woman was really enough. Seeing it, she did not pour the water over her and went directly to her side. She helped her lie on the bed. After putting a blanket on Linda, Ivelle leaned on the sofa and prepared to sleep with her eyes closed when the door was suddenly knocked. She froze and sat up from the sofa. She was still a little dizzy and worried that a bad guy was knocking at the door in the middle of the night. She sat on the sofa and straightened her back.

After a while, the door was opened automatically and it was William who came in. He was followed by the waiter of the bar with the key in his hand.

Seeing that the room smelled wine all over and was left in a mess, William turned black. "How much wine did you drink?"

Seeing his eyes staring at Ivelle, which was somewhat ferocious, she honestly answered, "A lot. Grace and Linda drank the most."

"Do I want to praise you for your abstinence?" He sneered and was obviously a little angry.

Her head was a little dizzy, but at that moment, she was forced to stay awake and said, "William, I-"

"William?" Grace on the bed suddenly sat up with a pair of eyes confused. The smell of alcohol did not dissipate and she looked around the room. Her eyes fell on William and then grinned foolishly.

Grace said, "William, you're here? Are you here to take me home?"

With that, she got up, staggered, and jumped on him while grinning foolishly. She continues, "I knew you would appear in my dream. Linda said you were not a virgin when you were 17. Hey, you must be great."

William Preston.

Ivelle really did not pay much attention to what she and Linda talked about just now, but now it seemed that the scale was quite large. The waiter was probably a little embarrassed and went out lightly. William's face was not very good and was originally angry. At this time, he was entangled with Grace, not to mention, a handsome face as black as carbon.

William gloomily looked at Ivelle, as if to tear her apart. She tried to pull Grace away from him but to no avail.

She trembled a little and said, "Mr. Preston, she is drunk now and has broken into pieces. She thought she was dreaming."

"How are you, Ivelle?" He almost gritted his teeth.

Ivelle laughed and was really embarrassed. Linda, who was lying quietly, seemed to hear something. Shee got up vaguely and froze when she saw that William was also stunned. She was probably a little sober so she held up and said, "Hello, William. I still have a job. I'm going to be busy first."

Shit, this was obviously a fragment. Ivelle saw Linda stood up and walked out solemnly.

Ivelle was a little confused. She did really think she was at work. If she went out like this, something might happen to her.

Without thinking much about it, Ivelle hurriedly apologized to William and said, "Mr. Preston, I'm sorry, Linda is drunk. I'll go and see her!"

After she went out, she bumped into someone at the door. Ivelle did not see who it was. She hurriedly opened her mouth and continuously apologized, "I'm sorry!"

Before she went out, her hand was grabbed and pulled back for her to see the person she bumped on clearly.

Her pupils suddenly dilated. It was Jordan! What was he doing here? She just realized, Grace really called him just now.

"Jordan."

Before she could speak, he asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm after Linda because she's drunk. It's not safe for her to be alone!" She said and for a moment she thought, she was out of her mind.

Jordan looked at William, who was entangled by Grace in the room. He looked a little closer, took it back indifferently, and pulled her out of the bar.

At the door of the bar, she saw Linda leaned against the flowerpot at the door and fell asleep again. She called her several times, but she could not wake her up. Jordan called. Felix came in about ten minutes later.