All Chapters of Powerless Against His Feisty Wife: Chapter 1231 - Chapter 1240

Yelena added, "Just forget about the Rolands for now. Let them revel in their victory. We still have plenty of opportunities to show them who's boss down the line. Our objective now is to deal with Grayson. I'm worried that he might be in cahoots with Robert."Mikkel was confused. "They're working together? But Robert's dead, though? Are you saying that they've sent Grayson here to finish the job? But he's just a businessman.""Who knows? There's likely some connection between them. Grayson manipulated Shane into instigating a war with us, allowing him to profit while we exhaust ourselves. With Mandoria besieged from within and without, our defeat seems inevitable."Mikkel started to panic. "What should we do now?"Yelena scoffed, "We've already won the war by capturing Belle. Everyone will be eager to collaborate with us on her research. We have numerous options to stage our comeback.""You're right! Everyone will beg to work with us once we reveal we've captured Belle. I guess i

Grayson simply frowned as he stepped forward to swiftly deal with the guards. Yelena and Myr were both stunned. While they had heard about Grayson's great intellect, they never expected him to be such a proficient fighter himself.Belle wasn't surprised as she already knew how capable Grayson was. She continued to tinker around the computer and said, "I've already disabled all the traps within the underground palace. Robert's men won't be surprised by any of them now."Grayson replied, "I've already contacted Steven to clean up the mess. We'll be bringing Yelena with us."Though they may have finally captured the boss, they still needed to bring her back to Queloria as soon as possible, as Yelena was no ordinary criminal. They had to return to Queloria before the law could bring appropriate justice to her crimes. Only then could they legally and properly confiscate all her assets and possessions.They couldn't afford for Yelena's fortune to fall back into the hands of criminals.

Belle smiled awkwardly. "Grayson didn't tell you because he wanted to keep it a secret."Sam's eyes widened in shock. "That means Mr. Page was never cheating on you in the first place! Oh my God… I was so worried that…"His excitement got the better of him, and he subconsciously reached out for a hug from Belle.Grayson immediately pulled Belle into his arms and warned, "Sam, are you drunk?"Sam immediately snapped back to his senses, but he was still overjoyed. He redirected his enthusiasm toward Rodney. "I was so worried! I really thought…"Rodney stared at Belle, his confusion evident. He pushed away the overly excited Sam and introduced himself with a stern expression. "It's good to see you, Mrs. Page. I, uh... I'm Rodney.""I know. You don't have to introduce yourself again. You're smarter than Sam."Sam was left speechless.Rodney smiled awkwardly. He was genuinely in awe of Belle's beauty. His admiration grew further as he recalled Belle's accomplishments under the alias

Meanwhile, Belle ran all the way to Robert. Despite his extensive injuries, Robert sat upright in his wheelchair with surprising strength.Belle's brow furrowed with worry. "Robert, why are you in a wheelchair? You're badly hurt. You should be resting in bed, not out here on the shore."She couldn't fathom why he insisted on being present amidst the turmoil, risking further harm.Robert's gaze swept over Belle, searching for any sign of injury. Relief flooded his features as he confirmed her safety. He was genuinely worried about her safety. Robert composed himself and replied, "I'm fine."Belle, however, wasn't convinced. She checked his vitals and sighed. "You're certainly in better shape than last time I saw you, but your injuries are still severe. Please, don't underestimate their seriousness."Beside him, a soldier chimed in, echoing Belle's concern. "I've been telling him the same thing, but the Commander refuses to heed our advice. "Mr. Carver has been breathing dow

Grayson reached a swampy area within the tomb. The weapon from Robert proved versatile—it doubled as a flashlight and a defense tool. He pointed it upward and saw that water droplets were mysteriously forming on the ceiling and dripping down. Grayson pressed forward, only to stop abruptly with a frown. A blur launched itself at him. He reacted instinctively, snatching the projectile mid-flight. A venomous snake writhed in his grasp, fangs bared. With a flick of his wrist, he slammed it against the wall, killing it instantly. A slithering sound filled the air as more snakes retreated into the walls, spooked by Grayson's swift action. These creatures, like many others, seemed to react similarly to the supernatural—intimidated by those they perceived as stronger.Undeterred, Grayson continued his descent into the depths, flashlight guiding his path.Belle's words echoed in his mind—an underground river with a hidden switch, activating wooden steps leading to the tomb's true entr