All Chapters of Ex-Husbands, I'm Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mirabel stepped out of the sleek Honda car, her heels clicking measuredly against the marble floor of Anthony's corporate headquarters. Employees moved briskly, their expressions a mix of focus and determination, embodying the company's high-stakes environment.Her eyes glowed with satisfaction as she strode through the glass doors, her mind set on the plan she had carefully crafted and was now ready to execute. The cool air-conditioned breeze hit her face, a stark contrast to the warmth outside, making her feel even more in control.She knew that to bring down Lyra and, in turn, get back at Dante, she needed a powerful ally who was as angry as she was.In this case, Anthony was the perfect candidate. She had done her research.His company, a formidable competitor in the industry, had all the potential and financial might to do the necessary damage. The walls of the lobby were lined with awards and accolades, a testament to Anthony's business acumen and ruthless strategies.As Mirabe

Lyra sat at her desk, the glow of her computer screen illuminating her face.Pieces of art and sketches were scattered around her, each design more intricate than the last. Her fingers were spread over the keyboard as she made final adjustments to her latest pattern.The office was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of paper. She had been at this for hours, consumed by the need to perfect every detail.Just as she was beginning to put finishing touches on a particular design, she heard a soft knock on the door. Lyra paused to look up as her secretary, Bancroft, entered the room. "Madam, we just received a call from Mr. Donovan, a potential investor. He's expressed significant interest in your upcoming collection."Lyra's heart skipped a beat.Mr. Donovan was another big name in the industry, one of the pioneers of the most classic runway shows in Silver City, known for his keen eye for talent and his generous investments. If he was intere

Aria was still stiffened to one spot, freezing in apprehension when the door handle suddenly turned further. Her heart leaped. She quickly turned off the computer and dove behind the desk, shivering like a leaf in the wind, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes were squeezed shut and opened again.“Who could it be?” She was asking in her mind.“At this time of the night?”She was beginning to sweat, and for the first time in a long while, she started to mumble words of prayer, hoping she wouldn't get discovered.The creak of the door opening seemed deafening in the otherwise silent office.Aria dove even further; the violet beating of her heart at this point felt surprisingly audible.The intruder stepped in, and the footsteps she heard next were quick and continuous, followed by the pushing sound of a cleaning cart as well as the tune of the person's cheerful whistle. It was a man oblivious, and he was oblivious to the tension crackling in the air. He turned on the lights, and

Lyra entered her own office a few minutes later, like a thief, her movements deliberate and measured.She held her breath as she closed the door softly behind her, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. Her heart was heavy with suspicion and curiosity, a gnawing feeling of anxiety. She was finally going to know who the mole in their midst was in a matter of minutes. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of stress and preparation for the launch, but underneath it all, a shadow of doubt had been growing.She moved to her desk, her fingers trailing over the keypad as she sat down. Her eyes lifted to the corner of the room, where a hidden camera was discreetly positioned. It was a precaution she had taken after the previous incident. Taking a deep breath, she opened her laptop and navigated to the encrypted files. Her mind began to wander, thinking about the faces she might see on the screen. “Who could it be? A disgruntled employee? A rival sneaking in by themselves?” H

Lyra fiddled with her pen while standing in her office after the meeting she just finished holding; her movements were brisk and determined.The urgency in her body language was clear; it was time for a drastic and dramatic showdown, the very moment she had been waiting for.She crouched again to scribble down the final details on a piece of paper, then stood abruptly, her chair scraping the floor as she reached for the telephone.Her fingers dialled the numbers with firm and abrupt taps.She deep-sighed to calm herself, the phone still pressing to her ear, each second ticking away like a bomb about to explode.Then, in a second, she heard the beep, followed by the voice of the PR manager.“Hello Madam.” The hoarse voice greeted."Yes, Bob, get the PR team ready immediately," she said, her voice firm."We’re going to release a statement about the stolen designs. But before that, I need you to take note of the following: ""Oh, a statement?" The voice was stressed, sounding a little bi