Divorced The True Heiress Gets It All novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610

Chapter 610

After hanging up the phone, Olivia hummed a tune in high spirits. She asked her subordinate, “Have you found out who that man is yet?”

The subordinate said, “We’ve confirmed he’s the illegitimate son of a Torrenian business tycoon.”

“Just an illegitimate son,” Olivia sneered. “Bring him to me.”

The subordinate hesitated. “Ms. Remar, he’s already gone to Torrenia.”

“He’s gone too?” As the fun vanished, Olivia’s mood soured.

The subordinate hurriedly chimed in, “There are also quite a few guys here who are your type, Ms. Remar. I’ve put together some profiles. Would you like to take a look?”

Olivia snapped, “Show me.”

Olivia flipped through the photos until her gaze landed on a silver-haired young man. “Him,” she declared.

The subordinate took the tablet. “I’ll make the arrangements.”

On the illuminated screen, the bottom right corner read: [Zac Atwell.]

As dusk deepened, an unremarkable-looking couple stood before the farmhouse’s wooden door and knocked. They were Owen and Aria, who had been disguised.

After a long moment, a sturdy woman pulled the door open.

The woman in a loose plaid shirt and work pants sized them up with wary eyes. “Who are you?”

Owen offered a weary smile and replied in fluent Torrenian, “Hello, we’re Huthailian tourists who got lost while traveling. We walked for hours before finally spotting your farm. Would you mind putting us up for the night?”

The woman sized them up carefully. In her eyes, the woman had sallow skin and wore thick black-rimmed glasses. And the man’s complexion was slightly fairer, with several days’ stubble.

Both were clad in rumpled travel clothes, looking thoroughly disheveled and weary, the perfect image of lost travelers.

The woman had a good impression of Huthailians. After a brief hesitation, she stepped aside and said, “Come in. After dark, black bears and wolves roam these parts. It’s not safe out there.”

“Thank you so much,” Owen and Aria said sincerely as they followed her into the dimly lit house.

The burly, full-bearded man shot to his feet, his right hand gripping the shotgun at his waist. He barked, “Who the hell are you?”

The woman hurried to explain, “They’re lost Huthailian tourists. It’s too dangerous out there at night. They just need one night’s shelter.”

“The border’s a warzone now, and you’re just letting strangers in?” the farmer barked, his displeasure clear.

Owen quickly interjected, “Excuse me, sir, but my wife and I truly have nowhere else to turn.”

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Chapter 610

The farmer’s gaze lingered on their clasped hands for a moment before asking in Huthailian, “Are you really Huthailians?”

Owen replied in Huthailian, “Yes, we’re Huthailians.”

The farmer said sternly, “You must leave first thing in the morning.”

The two exchanged a glance, their faces breaking into relieved smiles. They quickly bowed in gratitude and promised, “We’ll be gone at first light.”

The room was dimly lit, but it was still bright enough for them to see everyone inside. Inside, there was a middle-aged couple and a young couple.

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