My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 72

A moment of silence stretched between them.

Then, the lead lawyer smirked—just slightly.

"Oh, we are not mistaken."

His voice remained even, unwavering.

"If I’m not mistaken... this is the divorce case of Valentina Callum and Raymond, correct?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire room fell silent.

At that moment, Valentina’s father felt his chest tighten.

He couldn’t believe what he just heard.

Immediately his eyes darted between the lawyers from Lancaster & Hawthorne Associates, searching for even the slightest hint that this was a joke. But their cold, unwavering expressions confirmed the worst.

"W-what?" he stammered, his voice lacking its usual authority.

He thought Raymond was nothing but a pathetic fool, someone easily discarded—so how in the world did he manage to bring in the most powerful law firm in the country?

His lawyer, on the other hand, was in far worse shape.

His legs buckled slightly, and he reached for the edge of the table to steady himself. His palms had grown clammy, and his breathing uneven.

He knew what this meant.

Going up against Lancaster & Hawthorne Associates in court wasn’t just difficult—it was career suicide.

"S-sir..." the lawyer whispered to Valentina’s father, his voice low and shaky.

"We... we might want to reconsider this..."

But before they could exchange another word, one of the lawyers stepped forward, his tone sharp but polished as he spoke.

"Now that we’re all here, let’s get straight to business."

He glanced at the divorce papers, his expression neutral yet commanding.

"I’ll make this simple. Three things."

He raised a single finger.

"First, did our client, Mrs. Valentina Raymond, personally request this divorce?"

Upon hearing what he just said a heavy silence followed.

Valentina’s father didn’t answer.

The lawyer raised a second finger.

"Second, did Mr. Raymond agree to the dissolution of his marriage?"

The silence deepened. Then came the final finger.

"And third, under what authority were these documents prepared? Specifically, under what legal grounds did you decide to serve our clients a late notice?"

At that moment the air in the room shifted.

It was no longer a simple family matter.

It was a legal warzone.

And Valentina’s father had just realized...

He was standing on the losing side.

At that moment, Valentina’s father’s lawyer felt the weight of the room shift entirely against him. His knees nearly buckled, and his breathing turned shallow as his mind raced for a way out.

"I-I... I swear, this wasn’t my intention," he stammered, his voice cracking under pressure.

At that moment Beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead as he gripped his briefcase tightly, as if it could shield him from the burning gazes piercing through him.

"I was... I was just following instructions! Yes! That’s right! I was just doing what I was told!"

He turned sharply toward Valentina’s father, eyes wide with desperation.

"Sir, tell them! Tell them it was you! You were the one who ordered this! I was only acting on your behalf! I had no choice!"

His voice rose in pitch, the panic barely concealed.

Upon hearing what his lawyer just said.

Valentina’s father’s face twisted in disbelief and rage.

"You—!"

Before he could utter another word, one of the elite lawyers from Lancaster & Hawthorne Associates picked up the divorce papers, examined them briefly, then—without a second thought—ripped them into shreds.

The sound of paper tearing apart echoed through the room, stamping out whatever feeble attempt at justification the lawyer had left.

"Since you claim you had no real authority, and since neither of our clients signed in consent, this document is now void," the lawyer declared, his voice calm yet absolute.

The shredded pieces fluttered to the floor, like the final nail in the coffin.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—without warning—Valentina’s father’s lawyer spun on his heels and bolted for the door.

His legs moved before his mind could catch up, his briefcase nearly slipping from his grasp as he raced away as fast as he could.

A wave of hushed murmurs rippled through the onlookers.

Some watched in disgust. Others in amusement.

But one thing was clear—He wanted nothing to do with this anymore.

At that moment, the lead attorney turned his cold gaze toward Valentina’s father, his voice carrying a finality that made the air feel heavy.

"Let this be your last warning."

Each word was sharp and deliberate, slicing through the tense silence like a blade.

"If both parties do not agree to this divorce, do not attempt such nonsense again. This is your final notice."

Without waiting for a response, the lawyers turned around, their polished shoes clicking against the pavement.

They moved with the kind of authority and elegance that only the most powerful in the country possessed.

The doors of the black Mercedes-Maybach vans swung open smoothly, and one by one, the lawyers stepped inside without looking back.

Then—just like that—their vehicles pulled away, disappearing down the road. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Silence followed. Then—rage.

Valentina’s father clenched his fists, his face darkening like a storm brewing over the horizon.

At that moment his jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring as his hands trembled at his sides.

"That bastard... that dirty, under-bridge bastard!" he spat through gritted teeth.

"I should have left him to rot where he came from! We saved him—we brought him into this family! And now, he dares to challenge me?! He dares to act as if he belongs here?!"

The veins in his temple pulsed, his breath coming out in short, angry bursts.

He turned abruptly, kicking a chair near him, sending it crashing into the wall.

The rage was suffocating.

"He refuses to leave? Fine. Fine! Let’s see how long he lasts!"

But then—a sudden thought struck him.

His face twisted in confusion, his fingers curling as his mind reeled.

"How? How did he do it?"

His rage flickered for a brief moment, replaced by something else—uncertainty.

"Where did he get the power to bring those lawyers? Where did he get the money? The influence?"

And at that moment, for the first time—Valentina’s father felt something gnawing at him.

Then he remembered something, how Raymond managed to get his hands on such Prominent lawyers.