All Chapters of In Love With My Ex-Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Are you the heartless boss who killed my grandson?” Mrs. Johnson didn’t hesitate and slapped Amelia hard across the face. Amelia's face was turned to the side, and a burning pain spread across her cheek. The scene fell silent. Everyone looked at her in surprise. Amelia licked her cheek with her tongue and then chuckled, seemingly in a self-deprecating manner. She lifted her head and looked directly at Mrs. Johnson. “Now that you have hit me, are you feeling better?” “Feeling better?” Mrs. Johnson thought that Amelia would be angry after being slapped. After all, wealthy and powerful bosses like her cared about their reputation, right? So she was a little scared when she first slapped Amelia. But when she saw that Amelia not only wasn’t angry but also spoke to her so kindly, her courage grew. Mrs. Johnson angrily said, “You killed my grandson, and now you've only been slapped once. You’re asking me if I feel better. Let me tell you, even if you die, you can’t bring my grands

The woman arched an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on Amelia. “You summoned me here, yet you don’t even recognize who I am?” Her boldness was striking. It’s no surprise she can deceive so effortlessly. Amelia maintained a calm demeanor and produced her business card. “I’m Amelia Smith, head of the domestic division at Wilson Group, and David’s direct supervisor.” The woman accepted the card with a casual flicker of amusement. “Vice president? You’re quite young for that title. Did you advance by cozying up to numerous bosses?” Maggie, Amelia’s assistant, who was present, bristled at the comment. “Why do you speak like that? Do you assume everyone has to sleep their way to the top like you?” Amelia raised a hand to silence her assistant. “Maggie, let it go.” The woman sneered, flicked her hand, and tossed the business card into a box cluttered with various other cards on the bar. “Alright, I’m not interested in your career path. What is it that you want from me?” Ameli

Everyone in the room appeared puzzled, unable to grasp the true depth of her words. Then Sophia spoke up, her voice cutting through the confusion. "As we all know, One Closet is in the midst of a significant public relations crisis. This isn't just affecting them; it's impacting the entire Wilson Group. Their stock prices are fluctuating because of this chaos." She paused, letting the gravity of the situation settle in. "But let's not forget, before this storm hit, One Closet was the leading platform in the clothing category. Their sales were unmatched, and their business model is innovative." "The reason we want to acquire them is precisely because of that model. Now is the perfect time to strike. They're vulnerable, and we can seize this opportunity to overpower them.” The room quieted as her words sank in. Everyone began to nod in agreement. One Closet's recent growth had been impossible to ignore. Many of them had even heard their own families sing praises of the platform. Go

The man’s face twisted with a sneer. “What am I talking about? This is all your fault! If not for you, Elise would still be alive right now! It was your idea to have her go out and clear everything up, and now she’s gone, dead because of that decision.” He continued, his voice rising with anger, “If you hadn’t come looking for her, she would never have left the house. None of this would’ve happened if not for you!” The sting of the accusation lingered in the air as the crowd around them started to murmur. Their glances toward Amelia felt heavy as if she were the murderer. Amelia felt herself unravel a little, caught off guard. She had never imagined the situation would turn out like this. The man’s outburst had been unexpected as well. After all, what had she done to become the villain in this narrative? She hadn’t done anything wrong. Still, Amelia recognized the depth of grief Elise’s family was experiencing. People often said things in the depth of mourning—things they didn’t

Leo looked at her coldly, his eyes spitting ice. The air in the restroom grew heavy, the space becoming colder as if his presence alone drained all warmth. "What are you doing here?" His voice was as frosty as his gaze. Amelia smirked. "And why shouldn't I be? Besides, what right do you have to ask me that question? Do you own this bar, Mr. Reynold?" Leo hesitated. An inexplicable anger rose inside him. He couldn't quite understand the source of his frustration. The sight of her laughing and talking with another man stirred something unpleasant within him, leaving him feeling suffocated. Amelia noticed his silence and pressed on, her tone laced with mockery. She pried his fingers from her wrist, one by one. "If you're done, Mr. Reynold, kindly leave. Some of us are trying to enjoy ourselves here." With that, she turned to walk away. But just as she did, he grabbed her wrist again, this time pressing her against the wall. The pain shot through her back as she str