Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Isolde lightly swept a glance at the flowers, her tone cold, “Forget it, you don’t need to make a special trip.”

At those words, Vincent raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes staring at her in a sullen manner.

“This is Rowan’s intention, you shouldn’t treat it so lightly.”

At those words, Isolde’s frown tightened.

She knew Vincent was in a bad mood right now, after all, they were a couple who had lived together for five years, and she knew Vincent’s temperament quite well.

The way he looked at her just now at the riverside, it was not too much to say that he wanted to tear her apart.

But Isolde couldn’t understand Vincent’s point of anger.

Just because she forgot the flowers from Rowan, he was angry?

It seemed that she had spoiled the father and son too much in the past.

Not wanting to waste time with him, Isolde bypassed him and unlocked the door, going straight into the studio.

Behind her, Vincent did not follow her in.

Isolde went to the lounge to get her credentials, and then went to the restoration room to get her personal toolbox.

The little golden retriever followed her in and out.

“Anna, don’t follow me out, I’m leaving.” Isolde looked down at the little blonde.

Anna, the little golden retriever, tilted her head and ‘woofed‘ at her, sitting on the ground.

It was not only smart but also obedient, Isolde could hardly dislike it, leaning down to pet its doggy head, “I’m going on a business rip for a few days, be good and I’ll come back with canned food for you.”

“Woof woof!” Anna was so happy she spun in place.

Isolde arched her eyebrows, “Flower work is quite a lot.”

At the main entrance, Vincent watched Isolde interacting with the little golden retriever with a slight frown on his brows.

The dark pupils reflected the side of the woman’s face as white as snow, a few strands of hair hanging down, just like a look of peace and quiet in the years.

But for some reason, looking at this scene, Vincent’s heart inexplicably empty.

Isolde got up and walked towards the door.

She wasn’t surprised to see Vincent still there.

She walked out, locked the door of the studio, turned around, her eyes swept towards Vincent, her beautiful eyes were flat and without waves, “I’m traveling for the past few days, when I come back, make an appointment to go and get the divorce papers done.”

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Focus on Revenge: A Photographer’s Killer Shot

Chapter 122

“So anxious to do the divorce?” Vincent’s eyes sank, “Is it because of Cassius?”

Isolde’s face went cold for a few minutes.

Vincent himself cheated on his wife and stepped on two boats, but he really thinks that everyone is the same as him?

Isolde didn’t want to explain to him, just coldly said, “If you are not willing to cooperate, then I can only sue for divorce.”

“Sue for divorce?” Vincent let out a cold snort and looked at her, his ink eyebrows slightly raised, “Who do you think dares to take my divorce case in the entire capital?”

Isolde frowned, “Vincent, why are you doing this? We don’t have feelings for each other on the one hand, we don’t have children on the other, and there are no disputes over the division of property, is it so hard to get a peaceful divorce?”

“No feelings?”

Vincent stared at Isolde’s cold face, and suddenly raised his steps and approached.

Isolde’s eyelashes trembled and she subconsciously took a step back.

“Five years of husband and wife, in exchange for your sentence of having no feelings?” Vincent strangled her wrist with one hand and cupped her chin with the other, forcing her to raise her lower head to meet his gaze.

Isolde frowned and stared at him, considering the fetus in her abdomen, she didn’t dare to struggle too violently, “Vincent, let go of

me!”

The man stared at her, his eyes were dark and hostile, “Five years of mother and child love, in exchange for you saying that you don’t

have a child?”

“Isolde, no matter how it is between us, Rowan is innocent, he doesn’t understand anything, he has recognized you as his mother

from the beginning to the end, but you treat him, say you don’t want it, how can you be so heartless?”

“Ruthless?” Isolde laughed coldly, “Vincent, you are the ones who tricked me to be Rowan’s mom, and you are the ones who caused my mom to throw herself into the river with her body nowhere to be found! Was it me who was cruel, or was it you guys who were heartless!”

Vincent’s face was gloomy, he took a deep breath and patiently explained to her with suppressed anger: “I know I am responsible for what happened to your mother, but all this has nothing to do with Rowan, he is innocent.”

‘He’s innocent, what about my mom?” Isolde glared at him, “Did my mom deserve to die?!”