บททั้งหมดของ To Avenge My Ex, I Married A Tycoon: บทที่ 951 - บทที่ 960

Now, Nathan no longer cared whether their home would be turned into a pig farm or a cattle farm. The most important thing to do was to calm the kid down as fast as possible. After all was calm, Nathan took a look at Hilda, who was peeking at them from the corner and thought to himself that it was highly likely that she would never appear again. While passing by the watermelon field on the way back, Hilda was in front of them. Nathan was struck speechless. Is she ever gonna stop? Nathan wasn't sure how he was supposed to react. Does she have to be here and make a mess out of things? Could she not have stayed at home with the cats instead of following us all the way here? Nathan gritted his teeth as he reminded himself to teach her a lesson when he got home. Someone had to rein her in or she'd just keep pushing the limits! It went without saying that Hilda was here to keep an eye on both her husband and daughter, the sooner they left, the sooner she'd head back to the hotel. Nath

Hilda hadn't shown up ever since that morning but throughout filming, Nathan had spotted at least eight more drones flying around the set. He had recognized them as the same military spy drones that were manufactured by the Jordan Group. That evening, Nathan and Luna boarded Hilda's private plane that was bound for Taadi City. Hilda had been waiting for them for what felt like ages. "Mommy!" Luna exclaimed as she ran toward Hilda with her arms stretched out. Hilda happily picked up her little girl. She felt relieved to know that Luna had not lost any weight under Nathan's care. As Nathan boarded the plane, Hilda noticed that his skin had a sun kissed tinge to it. He came over and pinched her cheeks, teasing, "You do underestimate me. Did you really think I'd let Luna go hungry while she was with me?" Hilda blushed, feeling sheepish. She had never intended to disrupt the filming process but her worries had gotten the better of her. That said, Nathan did seem unhappy and he had be

Everything was going according to Sahara's plan. Now, even if Gianna did end up with Connie, she would never think of Hilda and her brother as anything but a pair of wicked twins. On the other hand, Sahara could soon find herself in the Bowens' good graces, seeing as she and Gianna were becoming such good friends. It would be even better if she could end up marrying either Arlo or Milo. Eventually, Hilda turned up as expected. She had flown over in a chopper, not wanting to waste any time. She could hardly wait to give Gianna two slaps across the face. Hilda was fuming, unable to comprehend how shameless Gianna was. "Miss Gianna." The bodyguard greeted in a low voice after rushing through the door. "Miss Hilda has arrived." Gianna was well on her way to becoming a young lady of the Bowen family and certainly that would have warranted her a royal title if they were in ancient times. She felt important as she indulged in the privilege of being escorted by the Bowens' security tea

Meanwhile, Sahara tried her best to console the shell shocked girl. "Hey, it's okay. It's all over now. She was only lying to you. She just wants you to think that you're not good enough so that you would back off on your own. She's jealous because she's a b*tch born out of wedlock, whereas you are a direct descendant of the Bowen family. She knows her life will be ruined once you get together with Connie, so she's doing everything she can to stop that from happening! How could Connie not like you when everybody else adores you?" The words were empty lies. Sahara knew that Gianna was worthless without shares in Smith Group. The girl had neither power nor authority, and she was only collateral for the Bowens to gain a powerful ally in Taadi. She was no better than a pawn. Sahara had managed to become a Damien by way of her many accomplishments. She didn't want to live in fear, so she did everything she could to expand her influence. She knew that it was meaningless to have only a tit

The agent drove them around slowly, traveling from Third Avenue to the ancient Imperial Palace. Choosing a house was a long process, especially for a major client like Jerome. He had been wandering around for several days now, but he had not found any houses that he liked. The agent had shown him the best houses of Taadi City, but there were still none to his liking. Even the ancient Imperial Palace did not catch his attention as the area was actually inferior to his place in Smith City. These few days, Samuel wandered around with him so much that his head spun, but for the sake of money, he continued to follow Jerome. After all, it was only a half day's work. Every day from two to six in the afternoon, he would just have to give a few comments to be able to walk away with several millions. On one of the afternoons, Samuel, who had been following Jerome around for nearly half a day, saw that it was already six o'clock, so he asked the driver to divert back to the Imperial so that