All Chapters of MR. CEO WANTS HIS EX-WIFE BACK: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JOCELIA'S POVI drove to my father’s penthouse, feeling knots of anxiety twist in my stomach. I’d failed to get Sylvia out of Grayson’s life, lost the court case, and now Grayson had thrown me out. Sylvia was closer to him than ever. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I imagined the fury I was about to face.I glanced in the rearview mirror at the bags in the backseat, a tear escaping my eye. I quickly wiped it away, trying to steady myself before facing my father’s anger.I finally pulled up to the penthouse and sat in the car for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The drive had been exhausting, and I needed a minute to collect my thoughts. I finally got out and approached the building staff, asking them to bring up my bags and luggage. They nodded and began to handle the heavy lifting.I walked over to the elevator, pressing the button to the top floor. As the doors slid open, I stepped inside, my mind racing with everything I had to do. I could already imagine

SYLVIA'S POVI glanced over at Grayson as I finished getting ready. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching me with that familiar, intense gaze. I smiled at him through the mirror.He strolled over, wrapping his arms around me from behind and pressing a soft kiss to my neck. “You’re making me late,” I teased, trying to sound exasperated, though I couldn't hide the smile on my face.Grayson grunted softly, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Alright alright.....go on then, finish up. I’ll wait.”With a playful roll of my eyes, I slipped into my shoes and grabbed my purse. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of here before we’re both late,Grayson and I stood by the door, the weight of the conversation settling between us. "I'll call my real estate agent and have him start looking for a place for us today," Grayson said, his tone steady but with an edge of urgency.I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. "I’d like to come along. I want to see the places too."Grayson raised

ALICE'S POVI sat in the upscale café, the soft hum of conversations creating a low background buzz. The elegant decor and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee provided a calming atmosphere, a stark contrast to the tension I felt about to unfold. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I waited for Konrad and Jocelia to join me at the table.The waitress arrived, her notepad poised and ready. "Good afternoon. Can I take your orders?"I looked up from my menu, my gaze steady. "I'll have a cup of tea and some cookies, please."Konrad, his face set in a mask of stoic seriousness, glanced at Jocelia before replying. "Just bring me a glass of your finest gin and we won’t be needing anything at the moment, thank you."The waitress nodded and walked away, her footsteps fading as she headed back to the kitchen. I turned my full attention to Konrad and Jocelia, my mind racing through the details I needed to cover.“Now that we’re settled,” I began, my voice calm but firm, “we need to ad

ALICE'S POVI sat across from Konrad in the dimly lit room of his office. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the air seemed to vibrate with the weight of our high-stakes negotiation. Konrad, with his sharp features and authoritative presence, looked at me with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. His gaze was intense, almost like it could cut through any pretense.“Why would you do something like this for me and my company?” Konrad asked, his voice measured but clearly skeptical. “You’ve always been a greedy bastard. Why would you share a piece of the Lockwood pie with us?”I smirked, keeping my expression cool and calculated despite the swirl of thoughts in my head. “Oh, I’m still a greedy bastard, Konrad. Don’t get me wrong. But this isn’t about altruism or some sudden change of heart. This is about creating a situation where we all win.”I leaned back in my chair, tapping lightly on the armrests. “Think of it as a strategic move. You’re getting a significant stake in Lockwood,

ALICE'S POVThe restaurant was emptying now, perfect for intimate conversations. William and I were still seated in a secluded corner, away from the other diners. A large round table, covered with crisp white linen, held a few scattered papers and a steaming cup of coffee that I sipped absentmindedly.William shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a frown creasing his brow as he looked across the table at me. “So, why didn’t you tell me this was your plan? Working with Mr. Konrad and Jocelia? I held back my opinions in their presence because I didn’t want them to see us as a united front, but now I’m starting to wonder what the point was.”I looked up from my coffee, a knowing smile curling on my lips. “Good thing you didn’t let on. I’m actually not planning to work with Konrad and Jocelia. It was all a ruse, a smokescreen. Their plan will never work.”William blinked in confusion. “Wait, what? But you laid out this entire elaborate scheme involving Konrad and Jocelia. Are you saying it’s