CHAPTER 674: CHAPTER 674: SHE ISN’T WORTHY OF THE TITLE MRS. BLACKWOOD

He lowered the car window halfway and gave an order to someone outside.

The anxious driver finally dared to get in the car. A faint fishy smell lingered inside, but he didn’t dare to ask more, paid the fine, and swiftly drove to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

With Sebastian Blackwood present, the divorce procedures were processed quickly.

The red marriage certificate had only been in her hands for a few days, but now it had turned into a green divorce certificate.

Ivy Kensington held the thin booklet in her hand, a bitterness she could not resist welling up inside her.

Actually, she had made up her mind to spend her whole life happily with him when they married, but... it ended like this.

She was not doing well either.

"Master Blackwood, do you want to take Mrs. Blackwood with you?"

The driver kindly asked, seeing Ivy Kensington squatting alone on the steps of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Sebastian Blackwood’s handsome face was cold, and when he spoke, his voice was filled with icy frost, "She doesn’t deserve the title of Mrs. Blackwood."

The driver immediately fell silent, realizing he had forgotten that Master Blackwood was already divorced.

"Alright, Master Blackwood."

After that, he didn’t dare to ask if he should pick up Ivy Kensington, and simply drove the Maybach away.

Until the car stopped at Blackwood Manor.

The driver got out of the car, but Sebastian Blackwood remained still for a long while, leaning on the leather back seat. The usually decisive air around him had a rare hint of exhaustion.

Ha.

This was truly a ridiculous marriage. Once she got the certificate, she must have been eager to throw herself into another man’s arms.

At the thought of this possibility, a murderous impulse surged in Sebastian Blackwood’s chest.

"Master Blackwood!"

At this moment, Owen Rhodes hurried to Blackwood Manor, his expression serious as if he had important news to report.

Only then did Sebastian Blackwood retract that hint of weariness and cast a sharp gaze over, "What is it?"

Owen hesitated repeatedly, but in the end, he told him about how Old Madam Blackwood had someone sent to humiliate Ivy Kensington.

After he had left in the office car, he felt it was unkind to leave Ivy Kensington alone in the hall, so after handling some matters, he hurried back.

It was only upon inquiring that he learned Ivy Kensington had been in an incident!

Frightened, Owen hurried to report to Sebastian Blackwood, "So Mrs. Blackwood went to the hospital because she was injured in the leg, not for anything else..."

The news about Ivy Kensington being in the hospital was something he had investigated and informed Sebastian Blackwood about. But at that time, he hadn’t fully uncovered the cause and effect of the matter.

After Owen said this, he glanced down and saw the green divorce certificate tightly gripped in Sebastian Blackwood’s hand, and was momentarily stunned.

"Master Blackwood, you and Mrs. Blackwood... are divorced?"

How could it be so fast?

In the past few days, wasn’t Master Blackwood avoiding Mrs. Blackwood purposely because he didn’t want the divorce?

And in just a few hours, they were divorced?

Owen dared not say another word for the moment.

Sebastian Blackwood’s handsome face was deep, with anger flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Earlier, infuriated by Ivy Kensington, he hadn’t noticed the flaw in her words; she spoke of humiliation, and he assumed she was talking about what happened in the car.

He didn’t expect it to be Old Madam Blackwood behind it, finding someone to teach her a lesson through such filthy means!

"To the Blackwood Estate!"

Sebastian Blackwood ordered sharply. Since the Maybach car was dirty and sticky, he switched to a Bentley before setting off.

Arriving at the Blackwood Estate.

Old Madam Blackwood, upon hearing the news brought back by the people she had sent, expressed dissatisfaction, "Didn’t you say this group were all seasoned hands? How did they end up failing so miserably against Ivy Kensington?"

They didn’t even manage to bully her successfully and still let her escape.

Old Madam Blackwood frowned in annoyance, "Report this group and send them to jail."

Consider it doing a good deed for those society ladies being blackmailed by them.