The Billionaire's Abandoned Wife is an Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 271 - チャプター 280

Margaux was tired even if she just woke up. She felt like she ran a marathon and did not really sleep because her energy was drained and she was exhausted. It was not the alcohol for it was only her head that was aching but was not lethargic. ‘This must be because of what happened last night,’ she thought. Grunting, she shook her head and forced herself to get up. It was already past seven and late for work. She can’t take an off because aside from having a long break already, she would only lock herself in her room and suffer from overthinking which she was avoiding for over a week already. After taking a quick shower, she chose a simple office attire and did not bother to put on make-up as she was in haste. “Sweetheart, come here and have breakfast first..” her mother’s voice reverberated. Instantly, her steps abruptly halted and turned to where the voice came from. It was not hard to spot her mother as the latter was already approaching her with a gentle smile. “Join us in b

“Are you sure you’ve checked all the surveillance cameras?” Margaux inquired when Carlos came back. “Yes, Miss Margaux. None of it captured your hus– I mean Mr Mondragon,” he responded. Her eyes squinted at the guy in front of her as it did not escape her ears as his tongue almost slipped. But she just let it pass as it was not really a big deal to her and she only corrected him earlier to stop him from thinking too much. “How about the parking lot? In the basement? Did you check it as well?” “Yes, Miss,” Carlos quickly answered. Folding her arms, she leaned back and stared sharply at him. She was doubting his statement and wanted to check everything thoroughly. However, she stopped herself from ordering that as she realized that she should be happy about the result because it only meant that Hendrix indeed left the country and was already in the Philippines. Unfortunately though, she felt the opposite. Her heart sank and her system was protesting, refusing to believe that she

Margaux cursed internally while her eyes followed the van. She threw a deadly glare on it out of fury before her gaze shifted back to the black car. Her excitement surged up as she expected to finally be greeted by the whole appearance of the guy. But her shoulders shrunken and her excitement instantly disseminated when she saw no one in there. She looked around the parking lot as her eyebrows deeply furrowed. “Where is he?” she muttered as she searched for that guy. He can't possibly disappear that fast. That guy just stepped out of his car so there was no way that he already entered the restaurant that quickly. He can't teleport, could he? And even if he ran away, she should’ve noticed it since it did not take the van a minute to block her view. Shaking her head, her eyes wandered around inside the restaurant as well, hoping to see him there although she was not sure who it was. But as expected, everyone was unfamiliar that her shoulders dropped defeatedly. “Here's your order

“May I ask what you mean by seeing things?” Carlos inquired. Her secretary was already sitting on one of the chairs on the other side of her table. Margaux was not sure how they ended up having that conversation as she only remembered when Carlos asked if it was related as to why she ordered him to check the surveillance if Hendrix went to the building. She twisted her lips and bit the bottom of it. Her embarrassment heightened as she seemed obsessed with her ex-husband. out. Racking her brain to come up with a good excuse, her shoulders sogged as she let out an exasperated sigh. “I thought I was just hallucinating when I saw him from the reflection in my car’s side mirror. He was not in the surveillance which confirmed that I was just seeing things..” she shrugged, acting normal to cover her embarrassment. “What about the Princess’s cars? What does it have to do with your ex-husband?” the guy queried.Margaux tilted her head and did not want to elaborate her plans to her secr

“No..” Margaux shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes landed on the tablet and saw high quality pictures of Hendrix in the airport while he boarded up to the time that he finally landed in the Philippines. “These can be edited. You know technologies nowadays,” she scowled as she kept scrolling at the pictures that seemed to never end. “This is the proof of his plane ticket purchase and the time of his arrival. There are dates indicated in the pictures and they all matched”Still, she shook her head. She stubbornly refused to believe that Hendrix was not in England anymore because it only meant one thing. Putting down her tablet, she leaned back and folded her arms across her chest. “How about Liana’s cars? Have you checked all of them?” she inquired all of a sudden. Her secretary did not answer. Although she knew it was impossible to get all the plate numbers of her cousin’s cars in just a few hours, she still asked just to divert her attention and distract herself from thinking a