All Chapters of The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EARLIER AT T.T. FASHION HOUSE...Luisa let out a horrified gasp, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the disaster in front of them. "Oh my God... Thalassa, they destroyed the dresses. They destroyed the dresses! What are we going to do?" She turned to Thalassa, her pale face stricken with panic, so distraught that she kept pointing out the obvious. "Without these dresses, we can't compete at the awards show."The seamstresses, standing nearby, murmured in despair. One of them, Marta, who had spent hours hand-stitching beads into the ultimate dress that was supposed to be worn by Thalassa, let out a small sob. "Who could do something like this to us? All our hard work... it's gone."Thalassa remained still, her face calm despite the fury simmering just beneath the surface. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in every ripped seam and every ruined piece of fabric. She had suspected this would happen, but seeing it with her own eyes still made her blood boil.Noticing how Thalas

Luisa’s words smashed into Kris like a huge ball of ice. For several seconds, he stood frozen, his mind reeling, unable to fully process the accusation that had just been hurled at him.When he finally regained his senses, his widened eyes shifted from Luisa to Thalassa.“What is she... what is she talking about, Thalassa?”Thalassa didn’t respond. She just stared back at him with the same coldness in her eyes. It was Luisa who broke the silence.“Don’t even try to deny it, Kris. Carmen told us everything. She told us how you sought her out and offered her a million dollars to sneak into the company after hours and destroy all our hard work.”“Carmen?” Kris’s voice rose in disbelief. “Who the hell is Carmen? I’ve never met any of your models, and I certainly would never ask anyone to do such a thing. What’s wrong with you?”He turned his pleading eyes back to Thalassa. “Las... Thalassa, please tell me you don’t believe anything whoever this Carmen is, said to you. You don’t, right?”H

“Another bottle,” Kris muttered, his voice barely audible over the din of the bar.“Right away, sir,” the bartender replied, nodding briskly.A few seconds later, a chilled, uncapped bottle of beer slid across the counter to Kris. He picked it up and took a long gulp, drinking as much as he could until the fizz burned his throat and forced him to stop.“I knew I’d find you here,” a familiar voice said from behind him as he set the bottle down. “I almost gave up looking when I didn’t see you in the VIP booth,” Alden admitted as he slid onto the stool next to Kris.Noticing the bottle in front of Kris, relief rolled through Alden, glad that it wasn’t whiskey or scotch. He signaled to the bartender. “I’ll have a bottle too.”Kris lifted his beer again, taking another swig, causing Alden to cringe sympathetically at the thought of how it was going to burn down Kris’s throat. But he knew his best friend needed this.“I already heard about what happened at the awards show,” Alden said, as

“I meant everything I said on that stage. This award isn’t just for me; it’s for all of us because we’re a team. Without all of you, this wouldn’t have been possible,” Thalassa said to the gathering of her employees at TT Fashion House the following morning.“And as I mentioned, prepare for a percentage increase in your various salaries because you deserve it,” Luisa added, standing beside Thalassa and heightening the excitement of everyone present.“Thank you, Luisa and Lassa. You two are the best bosses ever!” one of the women said, receiving echoes of agreement from the rest.“Please don’t let what Carmen did get to you. None of us would ever do something like that to you,” another employee assured.Thalassa’s smile faltered slightly. “I hope so.”She knew better than to be naive and assume none of them would betray her. She hadn’t expected Carmen’s betrayal, but all it had taken was a bribe, and Carmen had turned against her.“Thank you, everyone,” Thalassa said, bringing the smal

Walking back to his desk, Kris picked up his phone, which he'd nearly forgotten in his earlier haste to see Thalassa. “Who are you calling?” Alden asked as Kris began tapping rapidly on it. Kris didn’t respond, dialing a number and bringing the phone to his ear. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk as he waited for Smoke to answer. When the man finally picked up, Kris hissed, “I told you I wanted the report on Clark Morgan immediately, but it’s been five days already.” Smoke cleared his throat on the other end. “Forgive me, Mr. Miller, but my contacts overseas had a hard time searching for information on Morgan.” Kris’s nostrils flared. “So you don’t have anything yet?” “No,” Smoke clarified. “I do have something. I’m just trying to explain that—” “What are you waiting for, then? For me to roll out the red carpet before you come and give me the information?” “No, sir. I’m just on my way to your office now. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” “Make it quick,” Kris said,