All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

As she tucked her phone away, she could feel Alice’s eyes on her, the intensity of the glare almost palpable. Flora refused to acknowledge it, focusing instead on the lighthearted banter with Damien that had lifted her spirits. She was relieved when Eva came back into the dining room, her phone and charger in hand. “All set,” Eva announced, her tone upbeat. She shot a glance at Alice, who was still glaring daggers at Flora, and then back to Flora, raising an eyebrow as if to say, *Is she always this pleasant in the morning?* Flora rolled her eyes in response and stood up, smoothing down the front of her blouse. “Let’s get going, then,” she said, grateful to have an excuse to leave the oppressive atmosphere of the dining room. She placed a hand on Eva’s arm, guiding her toward the door. As they walked out, Flora could feel the weight of Alice’s stare following them, a silent threat that hung in the air long after they had left the room. But Flora didn’t

Olivia’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of mild surprise. “Janice? What did she say?”“Nothing direct, just... strange. It was like she knew something I didn’t. And with everything that’s been happening, I just... I wanted to know what you could tell me about her.”Olivia sighed, setting the cookbook aside. “Janice has always been a weird old woman. She and my mother have this strange friendship that’s more like a rivalry. They’ve been in each other’s lives for years, but there are times when they won’t talk to each other for months. Honestly, I’ve never understood why my mother keeps her around.”Flora nodded, listening intently as Olivia continued. “Now that you mention it,” Olivia said thoughtfully, “I have noticed that ever since you started challenging Alice and undermining her authority, she’s kept Janice closer than ever. I’m not sure why, but it’s like she’s relying on her for something.”Flora’s mind raced, piecing together the fragments of in

She settled into the soft embrace of her bed and dialed Damien's number. The ringing on the other end was brief, and soon enough, his familiar face filled her phone screen. There he was, standing in his kitchen with a grin that immediately warmed her heart. They had done this countless times since she’d been away, yet each call seemed to bring them closer, heightening her longing for his touch. "Hey sunshine," Damien greeted her, his voice carrying a tenderness that made Flora smile. "Hi," she replied softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of happiness and longing. The nickname wasn't new, but it never failed to make her heart flutter. Over the past few weeks, she had noticed how Damien’s pet names for her had grown increasingly affectionate and playful, each one more saccharine than the last. From "sweetheart" to "honeybee," it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of reminding her how much she meant to him. It was in these small details that she realized just how much he m

Flora felt a mix of nerves and anticipation as Anna and Charles drove her to Defendwise Ventures for her first day at work. As the car passed through the grand iron gates of the company, Flora took her time to admire the company her father had worked so hard to bring to life. The Defendwise Ventures headquarters was an impressive blend of modern design and timeless elegance. The building was a towering structure of glass and steel, reflecting the bright morning sun, with clean lines that gave it a sleek, professional appearance. Large windows covered its entire surface, hinting at the expansive, open spaces within. A lush, manicured garden lined the walkway to the entrance, adding a touch of nature to the otherwise corporate setting. As the car pulled up to the entrance, Anna brought it to a smooth stop. Flora took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the polished stone walkway. She was dressed in a tailored navy-blue pantsuit that hugged her frame jus

Cyprus led Flora through the expansive corridors of Defendwise Ventures with an air of ownership, his voice carrying easily over the steady hum of office activity. He pointed out various departments and gave a brief rundown of each, from marketing to finance to legal. The company building was a marvel of modern architecture, with high ceilings, sleek glass walls, and open office spaces. Large windows let in streams of natural light, illuminating the vibrant artwork that adorned the walls. As they walked, Flora found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on Cyprus’s words. Her mind was preoccupied with maintaining a safe distance between them, her body tense with unease. She could feel his presence beside her, always a step too close, his gaze lingering on her longer than she liked. Flora’s face remained impassive and stern, a mask of cool professionalism that barely concealed her displeasure. She wasn’t about to let Cyprus see her discomfort. Throughout the tour, Flora