My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 70

At that moment Raymond chuckled softly, shaking his head at Valentina’s unwavering curiosity. The way she was staring at him, eyes sharp and expectant, made it clear she wouldn’t let this go until she got an answer.

"You really want to know, don’t you?" he teased, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Raymond," she pressed, crossing her arms. "Just tell me."

"Alright, alright," he relented, the amusement still evident in his tone. "It was from the bank."

immediately Valentina blinked. "The bank?"

Raymond nodded. "They’re affiliated with the organisers of the audition. Actually, they’re under the same company—GSK. We’ve been banking with us for a long time, and they’ve always sent invitations for these types of auctions. But I’ve never been to one before. Not until today."

Valentina absorbed the information, her brows furrowing slightly.

"So... if you never attended before, why now?"

Raymond’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel. "Because of the necklace," he admitted.

"When I heard it was going to be sold, I decided to accept the invitation. But by the time I contacted them, all the official invitations card’s had already been exhausted."

Her lips parted slightly, realizing what that meant.

"So how did you still get in?"

Raymond smiled again.

"One of the bank’s directors gave me that red card. He told me it doesn’t hold any real value—at least, not in the way people think. But once I presented it, it would be treated as if the bank itself had specially recommended me as a client."

At that moment Valentina exhaled, leaning back into her seat.

So that’s why they got in without any issues.

The explanation settled in Valentina’s mind. It made sense. Nothing extravagant, nothing complicated—just a simple, strategic move.

The red card wasn’t some special privilege; it was a direct endorsement from the bank, a silent recommendation. That was why none of the guests had recognized it.

Again she let out a slow breath, leaning her head against the seat. The day had been overwhelming, draining even.

Raymond glanced at her, his voice soft but firm.

"Let’s go home. It’s been a long day."

She nodded, her fingers absently tracing the edges of the necklace box in her lap. "Yeah... let’s go home."

With that, Raymond started the car, and they drove off.

**

It was the next Morning

The sharp ringing of a phone shattered the silence in Valentina’s father’s study. He was already seated at his desk, flipping through documents when he picked up the call.

It was his lawyer.

"Everything is prepared," the man on the other end said, his voice confident. "The termination documents and all the necessary legal work have been arranged."

Immediately a smug smile crept onto Valentina’s father’s face.

"Good,"

he murmured.

"As expected," the lawyer continued, "Raymond is nothing. He has no influence, no backing—no way to fight this. There’s no need to wait. He won’t be able to afford a lawyer, let alone challenge the termination."

At that moment Valentina’s father leaned back in his chair, utterly pleased with himself. This was the right move.

"All you need to do Sir,"the lawyer added, "is come and sign the papers."

Once he was done signing, the process would be effortless. They could easily claim that the original document was invalid—that it had been signed under duress or through some technical oversight. That would be their escape route.

The lawyer explained the loophole with precision. "Since the initial contract lacked your signature, we can argue that it was incomplete. Only Valentina and Raymond signed it. Legally speaking, your absence makes the contract weak. That gives us the perfect opening to dissolve the marriage without a fight."

Again Valentina’s father exhaled slowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Finally.

This was the breakthrough he had been waiting for. No more obstacles. No more complications. With his signature on the new document, everything would be finalized.

The marriage would be over.

Valentina would no longer be tied to that nobody.

Raymond would be erased from her life like he had never existed.

Since the bastard rejected his money, he’s going to leave with nothing now.

Without waiting anymore Valentina father decided to meet his lawyer at the courthouse.

Not long after he arrived and Satisfied with the plan, he leaned forward, gripping the pen between his fingers.

"Let’s get this over with."

Valentina’s father smirked, the pen between his fingers as he prepared to sign the document. Finally, everything was falling into place. If that bastard refused to leave, then fine—he would be arrested or dragged to court.

Either way, the outcome would be the same. The marriage would be erased as if it had never existed.

He leaned forward, his hand steady, fully trusting his lawyer to handle the situation. The man had always been efficient, and this time was no different.

At that moment the lawyer bowed slightly and presented the documents with a respectful nod.

Just as the pen hovered over the paper—

SCREECH.

Outside, the sudden stop of two luxury Mercedes-Maybach S-Class buses drew everyone’s attention. The vehicles were sleek, powerful, their presence demanding attention.

The polished black exterior gleamed under the morning sun, and within seconds, four impeccably dressed lawyers stepped out.

They moved with precision, their dark suits crisp, exuding authority.

Printed boldly on the side of each bus was a logo no one could ignore—

"Lancaster & Hawthorne Associates."

The most powerful law firm in the country. Some would even argue, the world.

Silence fell over the scene as the realization sank in.

Valentina’s father stiffened, his grip tightening around the pen.

His lawyer standing beside him swallowed hard.

Why would the Lancaster & Hawthorne firm be here?

And more importantly—

Who was man enough to get them to represent them.

The air in the room grew heavy as the four lawyers from Lancaster & Hawthorne Associates stepped forward, their presence alone suffocating.

They were a firm that didn’t just represent clients—they decided fates.

Nobody approached them unless they were powerful enough.

They didn’t take on small cases. They didn’t fight for nobodies. If Lancaster & Hawthorne was involved, it meant one thing—the case was of the highest importance.

Even among the first-class families, not all could afford or even qualify for their services. The fact that they were here... was terrifying.