All Chapters of Resisting My Ex-Bully: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I strode through the corridor, heading to the conference room where my trial had already started... without me. It must have been convenient to throw accusations when I wasn't there to defend myself. Cowards.All Blair Digital board members demanded this meeting, so Killian had no choice but to agree. As the CEO of the company, he was supposed to be neutral and calmly evaluate whether the board's arguments were reasonable or not. All for the sake of the company. I knew that once I entered that room, I would be on my own.Brandon McConnell's snarling tone boomed across the long corridor, not even the meeting room's thick door could stop it. The words were muffled, but I was certain that all his vicious sounds were aimed at me. I decided that knocking was unnecessary, so I just turned the door handle and entered.“—yet you placed some idiotic hopes in the hands of an immature wench who knows nothing about business!”I closed the door behind me, and all heads snapped toward me. McConnell

I told Killian I had one more thing to do before I went back to my apartment. I needed time to calm down and clear my head. I had promised I wouldn't tell Killian about my agreement with his father, but that didn't mean I would keep my friends in the dark as well. My team had the right to know what was about to happen, and I was about to tell them...The emergency meeting was taking place in Ashley's and Aaron's apartment. I waited until everyone, including Aaron, was present. We all sat in the living room. Ashley and I sat on the sofa. Mancy and Kei took the chairs on the opposite sides of the coffee table while Martin and Aaron decided to sit on the fluffy carpet in front of the sofa.Then I told them about the conversation I'd had with Maxwell Blair. I described what I'd seen in the pictures—Yan Hao's army. When I finished, silence filled the room. It lasted for about a minute or two. It was Mancy who spoke first.“I want to see your agreement,” she demanded. “As a lawyer, I cannot

JOSIEThree Days Later“Thank you! Goodbye!” I waved my hand and smiled at the two men who had just finished carrying the final piece of furniture into my new apartment.I closed the door, feeling absolutely exhausted, as if I were the one doing all the heavy lifting instead of the bulky men who had just left. I took a few steps and slumped on the sofa in the center of my new spacious salon. My eyes drifted to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Rittenhouse Square, and I let out a long sigh.The view was lovely, and so was the entire apartment, but I missed New York. Perhaps I was an idiot for choosing Philadelphia instead of somewhere further away. Perhaps I should have moved to the West Coast... or to Alaska, but I didn't think I could bear being that far away from Killian.It was the third day of my "exile,” and I was already going crazy. The restlessness was eating me alive. Only now did I realize what a perfect distraction my job had been. Without it, all I could do was thin

I wasn't sure if I was more annoyed or curious when I was on the way to meet David. We had chosen a different place this time. We needed a place with private rooms and soundproof doors. It turned out there was a place like this in Philadelphia—a restaurant owned by one of Gunner's old friends.It took me more than thirty minutes to get to the restaurant in Chestnut Hill. I wasn't particularly happy, knowing I would waste more than an hour moving around the city—the time, which should be consumed on working on my newest project. Now I could only hope that whatever David was about to tell me would be worth wasting that time…The restaurant was called Himitsu, meaning Secret in Japanese. The name was quite adequate since the entrance looked like the porch of a neglected house with no signs mentioning the restaurant outside. As soon as I passed the threshold, a smiling concierge led me to long, round stairs going down. Yep, it turned out the restaurant was in the deep basement... I cursed

“I believe you still owe me an apology, Killian.” Mother strode toward me as I left Father's study. “I think you finally know what a lying wench your ex-girlfriend is. It would have been so much easier if you'd just believed me those years ago.”I faced her, holding her stare for a moment before lowering my head. “I apologize. I admit… I misjudged your motives. Yet I still don't approve of the methods you used.”She folded her arms across her chest. “Fair enough,” she muttered, pushing past me and walking toward her orangery.I watched her in growing disbelief. “And that's it? You just want to end our years of cold treatment this way?” I stepped toward her, my hands fisting into balls. “Not to mention, after everything you've just heard... you're just going to walk away and drink tea?!”She halted and turned around. “What do you want me to do? Scream? Slap your father for being so foolish?”I nodded. “I might have called it a quite normal reaction.”A bitter laugh escaped her. “You do