I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 169

I had no idea if Steven would let me off the hook, but I knew for damn sure I wouldn’t be letting Antonia off the hook at the birthday party.

I hung up on her and saw a message from Rachel. She’d sent me the contact information for a lawyer named Noah Brooks, telling me he was a big deal.

I was ecstatic. I quickly added his number, then narrowed my eyes, repeating his name aloud.

“Noah…”

In my past life, I had rarely paid attention to anyone other than Steven, especially not other men. But this lawyer’s last name reminded me of Steven’s arch-nemesis—a true rival he’d been competing with since childhood.

They were both from super-rich families, both involved in business and politics. But unlike the Lancasters, who had a single heir per generation, the Brooks family was a different story. The old patriarch of the Brooks family had been a notorious womanizer, with countless mistresses and illegitimate children. Their family was practically a dynasty in its own right.

Could it be a coincidence that Rachel had managed to find me a lawyer from Steven’s rival family? Well, it didn't matter. As long as he could get me the divorce, I didn't care who he was.

Noah replied quickly. I gave him the same rundown I’d given the other lawyers, making sure to emphasize Steven’s name. I was half-expecting him to run for the hills like everyone else.

To my surprise, his reply was simple: “Ms. Jones, I’m interested. I’m a bit busy today, but would you be free to meet tomorrow to discuss the details?”

A wave of joy washed over me. I felt like I was finally seeing a glimmer of hope. I jumped to my feet. “Tomorrow is perfect. Anytime.”

Finally, someone who wasn’t intimidated by power and money! As long as I could get this divorce, I was free whenever.

Hah! Steven probably never imagined that someone would actually dare to take on his divorce case.

Noah replied, “Then let’s do lunch tomorrow. We can talk while we eat.”

“Sounds good,” I agreed. After setting the time, I felt a surge of elation. I got out of bed, humming a tune as I washed up, even taking extra care with my appearance. A smile kept creeping onto my face.

It wasn’t just the joy of the impending divorce; it was the pure, unadulterated satisfaction of finally being able to slap Steven in the face. He had blocked all my paths, used his power to crush me, and acted as if I were a helpless monkey trapped under his mountain, unable to escape.

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