At first, Mia thought that Jeremy's words were kinda spurious claims as a way of getting to her for her recent mistakes.
But on the other hand, Jeremy took it as a chance to confess and expiate his guilt. So, he finally confessed, coming out all clean to her. "Mia, I can't continue living like this anymore. Let's divorce!"
After learning that all these more than 20 years of their marriage were simply a lie, Mia exploded, yelling out aloud. "Bastard, get out of here. If I ever see you again, I'll kill you myself. Get lost!"
She craned her head around, seeing that Jeremy was still not planning to take his leave. "Hey, bastard, don't you hear me? Get out, get out….." She picked the antique Chinese porcelain vase nearby and threw it at him.
Jeremy didn't move a muscle, letting the porcelain vase hit him in the process. But Mia didn't care as she kept screaming and continued throwing anything nearby at him. The mess hall had turned into complete pandemonium, bits and dirt were all over; scattering inside all over.
Finally, Mia stopped and wiped her tears with her sleeves, turning her back on him.
"Mia, once again, I'm deeply sorry for all of this. Also, all this time, I felt compunction about having kept it from you in the dark. And I can't do this anymore. The kids were already grown and we don't need to stay like this anymore. It'll be good for both of us, too. So think about my proposition." Jeremy spoke in his kindest voice.
"Fine, let's divorce. Our marriage was simply a lie, anyway. But I have some conditions." Mia replied calmly, but in an icy-cold voice.
"Okay, you can tell me," Jeremy replied patiently.
"After this, we can no longer live together here. No, I don't like to see your face ever again. So you decide this, either I stay here with my kids or you stay here?" Mia asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"You stay. Anyone who needs to leave this house, it should be me. Also, they can live without seeing me here, but not with you. Anything else?" Jeremy responded, after pondering deeply.
"Yes, one more thing. We must never let them know about us, okay?" "Alright, we don't need to go through all those troublesome, unnecessary paperwork. This will simply do, I hope." Mia took out her marriage ring and threw it at him, and he caught it in the air. "All right, now we are officially divorced. And I will be called Mia Rolfe, just like before."
"Fine, your maiden name." "But what should we say to the kids about my absence?" Jeremy asked while putting the ring inside his pocket.
"There is no we anymore here. Don't worry about them, but let's always stay furtive about this matter for them." "Oh, I heard that the school offers you the position of Dean for the boarding school's guardian. You better take that position." Mia explained, "Also, one last important thing, never take a step inside this house from now onward."
"Okay, I agree," Jeremy replied.
"Then what are you waiting for? Quickly, get your things and get out of here as soon as possible." Mia said, glaring at him icy-cold.
Jeremy nodded at her and rushed out of the mess hall, smiling dryly. But the guilt, heavy on his chest, was finally lifted for the first time in ten years.
As soon as he was out of the mess hall, Mia began to cry, pouring out rain from her eyes.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Aphrodite City, after Bobby dropped Margaret in her interview place, he began to drive the red SUV toward his office; which was in the military site, laying at the southernmost side of the city in the woods.
As the beautiful red vehicle kept accelerating over the cobblestoned boulevard, Bobby muttered to himself, looking at the new status in his mind. "Hmm, Margaret is also at the same energy level with Diana." "It turns out everyone around me is much stronger than me. Hmph, I seriously need to strengthen myself as soon as possible. Who knows with the current threat to the human species...who knows when the apocalyptic wars would finally begin?"
"You can still have the option to leave somewhere far way before all of these starts. The Universe is still boundless, you know," Cynthia's melodious voice echoed inside his head.
"No, absolutely not. Cynthia, can you recommend another better option?" Bobby asked, leaning his back leisurely on the softback of the slightly inclined seat.
"Or, you can simply get the Holy grail before anyone else, and kick all of their asses, sending them back to wherever places that crawled out from." Cynthia cried out, raising her hand chivalrously.
"Kick all of their asses! Hahaha…. Yes, that sounded way cooler than the previous one. So I will simply go with that one." Bobby responded, shutting his eyes.
And soon, the red beauty reached the entrance of the Ares 776d5 military site, which was well hidden from the plain sight of the public. Bobby drove it inside the military facilities, soon reached his office's main building, and parked the red beauty at the curb.
Just as he was about to board out of the vehicle, Bobby suddenly realized something and he halted, picked the black ball AI of the vehicle, and ordered, "AI, can I change your voice?"
"Yes, the different options available for my voice are activated," AI spoke in the same voice similar to him.
In an instant, a beam of light flashed out from the AI ball, materializing a 3D screen just above in the air.
Bobby checked over it and found out five voices belonging to the five different legendary personalities of the Human. But he didn't like any of them to his liking.
"Fuck this! I'll install my own." He then took out his own AI pod and linked it with the other AI of the vehicle.
After several minutes, he finally finished, making an adjudgment of the newly installed voice of the AI.
He tapped on the testing mode button on the screen.
"Hello, young master Bobby," the AI spoke in the voice of Morgan Freeman.
"Mm-hmm, parfait!" Bobby said and came out of the vehicle.
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It was somewhere in the quiet neighborhood in the western region of Aphrodite city. A great number of skyscrapers and luxury resorts were constructed on an even and plentiful basis using the most advanced building materials.
A flying vehicle appeared out of nowhere and landed on the lawn of a luxury resort. A muscular bald man with a scorpion tattoo over his head came out of the vehicle and quickly walked toward the region of the VIP suite. His rapid steps finally stopped after reaching just before the door of the last room. He clicked the button and announced, "Sir, I'm here to give an urgent report."
"Number three, you can come in." A hoarse male voice was heard from the speaker mounted over the door.
Following that, with a cranky electric-slash-mechanic sound, the door of the room opened.
The muscular guy rushed inside. Just after he was inside the room, he knelt down and notified in a loud and clear voice, but with extreme caution. "Master, I have some reports for the recent mission."
There was a man on a king-sized bed, lying all naked with three beauties, massaging his body with oil. Many scars of bullets and swords could be seen, covering all over his body. The most remarkable one was the two long crisscrossing scars over his grotesque-looking face.
"Number 3, what is it for you to rush here? Tell me, did something wrong?" The man with scars asked.
"Yes, master!" the bald, muscular guy replied politely.
"Which mission?"
"It was the one that had been given to No.5, No.6, and No.7."
"Hmm,"
"Sir, we lost connection with them for the last 7 hours. And our tech guys checked all the surveillance footages all over the surrounding of their last positions inside the city, but sadly their traces were all gone long ago; which meant they failed and most probably died at the hand of their target." The bald, muscular guy reported breathlessly.
"Bahahaha…..!" The man with the scar-face began to laugh hysterically. "They died. Hahaha…. They died in the hand of a Defect. That's the most fucking hilarious thing I have ever heard. What do think, No.3? Don't you think this is really the best joke of the year?"
"Sir, I think there may be something wrong with the intel of the target, or maybe someone is protecting that kid. " the baldy responded.
"Hmm, you are right. Even though No.5 and No.6 were brash and weak, but, No.7 is the hidden gem who is stronger and wittier, so I arrange him in their group. No.7 demises also justified your points." The grotesque-looking, scar-face man replied, praising him. " Good, good, hmm, Baldy, it seems I'm wrong about you. Judging by your appearance, I always thought that even those things inside your skull were muscle. It turns out there is some brain within that. "
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