Semua Bab After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Sophia listened intently to the attendant's explanation, she couldn't help but notice a peculiar detail - a pair of scales placed in front of the painting, preventing her from getting too close. Intrigued, Sophia couldn't help but wonder about the significance of the scales and their connection to the painting. "Excuse me," Sophia interrupted the attendant, gesturing towards the scales, "why are these scales placed here? Is there a specific reason?" The attendant's smile faltered slightly, her expression turning guarded. "Ah, those scales are just a precautionary measure to ensure the safety of the painting," she explained vaguely, avoiding Sophia's gaze. "I see," Sophia said. "Thank you for the information." As the attendant began to leave, Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling of curiosity gnawing at her insides. She glanced once more at the painting of Apollo and Daphne, her mind racing with questions and possibilities. With a determined expression, Sophia made a split-second

In the faded pages of Sophia's grandfather's diary lies a tale of resilience and determination, woven through the trials of a particularly challenging year in his life. It was a time when the winds of fate blew harshly against him, threatening to knock him off his feet at every turn. Yet, he stood firm, his resolve unyielding as he faced down adversity with unwavering courage. At the center of his struggles was a formidable businessman who wielded immense power and influence in the town. This businessman had set his sights on Sophia's grandmother, a woman of unparalleled beauty and grace. But her parents, staunch traditionalists, believed in the age-old practice of dowry, seeking to marry her off to the suitor who offered the highest price. Christopher, deeply in love with her, found himself caught in a dilemma. He refused to stand idly by and watch as his beloved was auctioned off to the highest bidder. Instead, he resolved to take matters into his own hands, determined to win her

Two days had elapsed, marked by a frustrating impasse for Sophia as she wrestled with her grandfather's cryptic message. The dots and commas seemed to mock her, their arrangement a perplexing puzzle that defied her attempts at decipherment. Each misplaced mark, each incorrect point, served as a frustrating reminder of her inability to crack the code. With a furrowed brow, Sophia meticulously transcribed the symbols onto a blank sheet of paper, hoping to unlock their hidden meaning. Morse code was her initial suspect, but it proved to be a dead end. Undeterred, she delved into other code systems she had heard of, but each attempt yielded nothing but frustration. Amidst her struggle, the reassuring sound of Alexander's voice while they called provided a beacon of comfort. His frequent updates and words of encouragement were a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty that surrounded her. Yet, with each passing day, Sophia felt the weight of time pressing down upon her. Alexander kept postp

Caroline dialed Nelson's number with trembling hands, her heartbeat erratic and loud in her ears. She detested the manipulative plan her son had concocted, yet she knew it was a necessary evil to safeguard his future. The weight of their shared past, filled with familial blunders and business betrayals, weighed heavily on her conscience. She felt compelled to assist, to somehow right the wrongs that had ensnared her son Alexander in this unsavory situation. When Nelson Stone's voice crackled through the receiver, it carried a hint of uncertainty, a rare crack in his usually composed demeanor. "Caroline, is that you?" "I see you still have my number, Nelson," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. His laughter boomed through the phone, rich and unsettling. "I see you haven't forgotten mine either, Caroline." "That’s just how it turns out." "If you’re calling because you think you can sway the fate of your son's company..." At his insinuation, Caroline felt a surge of a

Caroline was wearing a black dress that she knew Nelson would like. She had ordered his favorite food to be prepared and was waiting for him to come. Alexander contacted her a while ago to assure her that the cameras were working and everything was ready.Her heart raced when she heard a knock on the front door. She was ready to help her son. She knew she had to extract a confession from Nelson and help save the Stone Enterprise.She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, smoothing the fabric of her sleek black dress. The soft silk hugged her form, chosen specifically to remind Nelson of the past they once shared—a past she now needed to manipulate for her son's future.As she walked to the door, her heels clicked against the marble floor with a measured, deliberate sound. Each step echoed in the spacious foyer, mingling with the rhythmic beating of her heart. She paused briefly before the ornate door, gathering her composure.Opening it, she greeted Nelson with a practiced smile. "