All Chapters of Second Chance at Love: From Divorcee to the Billionaire's Bride: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

"That tiny bit of extra insight I see can only be understood, not explained.""Wendy..." I pleaded, using the trick that had always worked with Wendy, given our close relationship.But judging from Wendy's reaction, it wasn't very effective this time!"Last time, I brought you some letters. Today, the new homeowner contacted me. Two more letters arrived."Wendy retrieved a few letters from her bag and handed them to me."Please inform the new homeowner that if any more letters come, they can simply discard them," I said. Max had previously run a public account teaching people how to invest.His academic performance was good, but solely in terms of exam scores, where he was neck and neck with Luke. In reality, he had not achieved anything significant in his field.Although he had not accomplished anything in real life, he was skilled at deceiving people online and had gained quite a following.His followers trusted him wholeheartedly. Through these letters, I discovered the publ

I quickly cleared my throat, afraid she might detect something was off.As soon as the call connected, Wendy's worried voice came through, "Jen, are you alright? I've been calling and texting you with no response. I was so worried!""I was just reading with my phone on silent," I said, using my playful tone with Wendy. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Wendy. It won't happen again.""Given your good attitude in admitting your mistake, I'll forgive you this time." Ever since the previous incidents, Wendy would get anxious when she couldn't reach me.She put down her car keys and lay on the sofa. "How's that scar removal cream I gave you last time working?""It's like a miracle drug!" The last time Wendy brought me letters, she also gave me a bottle of cream, saying her friend brought it from abroad. It was supposed to be very effective for scar removal, and she told me to apply it regularly.Everyone wants to look good. Although I could cover the scar on my cheek with makeup, I'm a cas

Fearing that I might back out, I forced myself to go to the office after two days. I tried my best to minimize our interactions."Ms. Middleton, is there something wrong with my cooking?" Marianne asked cautiously."Marianne, your cooking is the best!"I really enjoyed Marianne's dishes and desserts. I had gained ten pounds in New York and planned to lose weight after returning to Johnsonville. Sadly, I discovered that I had gained another four pounds instead of losing weight.My once slender body now felt more curvaceous.Yesterday, when I met Wendy, she said I looked radiant and glowing.Wendy's sincere compliment made me waver in my resolve to diet again."Is Ms. Middleton worried about troubling me or Mr. Walker?""Neither!" I couldn't explain to Marianne, so I lied, "I've gained weight recently, and my clothes don't fit well anymore. If I keep eating like this, I'm afraid I'll turn into a roly-poly.""Even if Ms. Middleton became a soft, cuddly teddy bear, she'd be the cu

Joey didn't give up. She sent me an email, first berating me for my "despicable" act of blocking her, then threatening me again, and finally offering a way to redeem myself - by getting Luke to visit her in the neighboring city.Joey was like a child throwing a tantrum. Did she really think she could make me do her bidding with a few weak threats? How naive!I ignored her and gathered the documents I had prepared to take to Luke's office.Luke had already arrived at the company. He was sitting at his desk, with his computer open in front of him.The office's decor matched Luke's style, making him look even more austere and serious as he sat there.The surveillance footage flashed in my mind. I glanced at him, then quickly lowered my gaze to hide the complex emotions in my eyes. Placing the documents on his desk, I tried to keep my voice steady as I said, "Mr. Walker, these are the documents that need to be processed today.""Marianne says you won't be coming over for breakfast an

Wendy usually steers clear of her exes' workplaces after a breakup. Her bringing me here voluntarily set off alarm bells in my head."Sweetie, you've got it wrong. It's my ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend from ages ago!" Wendy snatched her gym bag from the backseat and slung it over her shoulder. Glancing up at the "Cornell Fitness" sign, she smirked, "When the cat's away, the mice will play! Let's see how Mr. 'I Dumped Wendy Smith' is doing these days.""Are you here for revenge?" I asked, eyeing her determined stance.Concerned she might get hurt, I pushed my own worries aside and tried to stop her. "What's going on, Wendy?"Wendy was known for her clean breaks, never dragging out a split. Her exes typically left thrilled, having benefited from the Smith family's generosity. They treated her like royalty, and no one had ever dared cross her before.This guy must have really messed up to get Wendy this riled."This jerk somehow got his hands on some grainy videos and sent them to my contacts, cl