Chapter 324

The next couple in line appeared young, probably in their early twenties.

The man had a decent face, but his neon-green hair was impossible to ignore. A thick gold chain hung around his neck, glinting under the harsh office lights. His skinny legs were stuffed into ripped jeans, the holes revealing patches of pale skin.

He slouched with his hands shoved into his pockets, looking every bit the troublemaker.

Beside him stood a woman with the exaggerated features of a social media influencer. Her oversized cosmetic contact lenses made her eyes look unnaturally large. The sharp point of her chin suggested plastic surgery, and her face was caked in heavy makeup. A cigarette dangled between her fingers, the smoke curling lazily upward—an odd contrast to her otherwise polished appearance.

"Reason for divorce?" The female clerk frowned, glaring at the woman. "No smoking in here. Take it outside if you want to light up."

The woman scoffed. "Mind your own business. Is my smoking bothering you? Just stamp the papers already." Her sweet facade cracked the moment she spoke, revealing a sharp, nasty edge.

The clerk's face flushed with anger.

She was about to snap when her male colleague tugged her sleeve, silently reminding her to stay professional. They dealt with all kinds here.

Taking a deep breath, the clerk forced herself to continue. "Do you have a specific reason for the divorce? Would you like mediation?"

The influencer rolled her eyes and shot her green-haired husband a withering look. "Mediation? For this loser? He’s been cheating on me for months—different girls every week! If I hadn’t snooped through his phone, I’d still be in the dark. Who knows what diseases he’s picked up? I’m done with him."

The green-haired man bristled. "Oh, like you’re innocent? Posting half-naked pics for attention, flirting with every guy in your DMs. And don’t think I didn’t see you sneaking into a hotel with some bald creep last week. I should’ve dragged you out right then. But whatever—I’m sick of you too. Let’s just get this over with."

Their argument escalated into a screaming match, then devolved into slapping and shoving like a pair of feral cats.

Evelyn had never seen two people so eager to tear each other apart.

The Civil Registry Office was truly a terrifying place.

Even Beatrice Lockwood, as unpleasant as she was, had never been this crude or violent.

Eventually, the couple got their divorce papers. The influencer snatched hers and stormed off without a backward glance.

As the green-haired man turned to leave, his gaze landed on Evelyn, waiting in line.

Ignoring Maxwell beside her, he smirked and let out a low whistle. "Damn, sweetheart. You’re way too fine to be stuck with that guy."

Maxwell had been simmering with anger all morning, forced into this divorce against his will. The stranger’s blatant disrespect was the final straw.

In one swift motion, Maxwell grabbed the man by his collar and yanked him close. His voice was dangerously quiet. "What did you just say?"

The green-haired man paled. "I—I didn’t mean—"

Maxwell’s grip tightened. "You think you can flirt with my wife right in front of me?"

The man’s feet dangled inches off the ground as Maxwell lifted him effortlessly.

"But—but you’re divorcing!" the man wheezed.

Maxwell’s expression darkened. "Doesn’t mean she’s yours to disrespect."

With a rough shove, he sent the man stumbling backward. "Get out of my sight."

Terrified, the green-haired man scrambled to his feet and bolted from the office.

Finally, it was Evelyn and Maxwell’s turn.

The clerks took in the striking pair before them—both attractive, well-dressed, seemingly perfect for each other.

Why would a couple like this want to split?

The female clerk hesitated. "Are you absolutely sure about this? Even the strongest relationships hit rough patches. Maybe you should reconsider?"

Evelyn’s voice was ice. "I feel nothing for him. Our marriage was a mistake from the start." She leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. "And don’t let his looks fool you. He’s abusive. And…" She paused meaningfully. "Let’s just say he’s not much of a man where it counts."

The clerk’s eyes widened. She shot Maxwell a horrified glance, her earlier sympathy vanishing.

So that’s why she’s leaving him. Violent AND impotent? No wonder.

Without another word, she stamped the divorce papers and pushed them across the desk.

Evelyn exhaled in relief, a bright smile breaking across her face.

Maxwell, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to set the entire building on fire.