My Ex-Husband's Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Diego Alan Hunter and Desmond Hugo July sat across from each other, the opulent conference room at the Four Seasons Hotel in Miami serving as a stark contrast to the venomous tension between them.Diego had scheduled a meeting with Desmond. His ego wouldn't let him go all the way to New York from Tennessee, and he was certain Desmond's ego wouldn't let him do the same.So he asked to meet Desmond at a five-star hotel in Miami. Desmond agreed to the meeting just as Diego had expected.They came along with a few trusted assistants of theirs, their P.As and a few bodyguards. The meeting was as discreet as possible, each of them flying down to Miami in their luxurious private jets.Diego made sure no media personnel, paparazzi, journalists or any means of recording information and taking matters out that room was available.Everything was perfect, including the hatred between them.The polished mahogany table gleamed under the soft glow of recessed lighting, while the floor-to-ceiling win

NEWS HEADLINE: Billionaire CEO Diego Hunter Involved in Physical Altercation.“...Sources confirm that Diego Hunter, CEO of Hunter Global Enterprises, was involved in a physical fight with no other person than the renowned CEO of Dexus Innovations, Desmond July and now his reputation is hanging on the line. In the video which is currently ravaging the internet, Diego Hunter was seen physically abusing Desmond July, inflicting injuries on him. The billionaires were involved in a gruesome exchange of fists in the Four Seasons hotel in Miami, a location Diego himself had chosen for their meeting, according to our source…” the news anchor reported.Gasps and murmurings spread among the board members seated around the polished wooden table in the sleek conference room of Hunter Global Enterprises.All the members of the company's board of directors including Diego, watched the news together, disappointment etched on their faces. Diego, still wearing a faint bruise on his lip, sat at the ed

Diego emerged from his sleek, black Lamborghini, its tinted windows gliding down to reveal his chiseled face, which remained neutral. His driver stood sentinel by the door, holding it open for him to alight. The golden sunlight shone across his features, highlighting the deep creases on his forehead and the resolute set of his jaw. His face screamed action.As he stepped majestically onto the sidewalk with a cool, calm and collected demeanor, a swarm of paparazzi rushed at him like vultures, their cameras and microphones thrust forward like weapons, with frenzied urgency.Their unified chants, “Diego! Diego!” utterly disturbed and irritated Diego as his bodyguards fought hard to disperse the crowd. Their voices were simply upsetting noises of urgency.In swift response, his bodyguards sprang into action, forming a human shield around Diego. They pushed against the paparazzi, yet the photographers and reporters resisted, shoving back with equal force, their feet scraping against the pa

Amidst the sizzle and aromas of Bayside Bistro's kitchen, Freya's focused chopping was interrupted by a sudden call from the CEO's office; CEO Neil Gomez wanted to see her.The thought of meeting the CEO one-on-one sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill of uncertainty she had never experienced before.As she walked up the stairs heading to the CEO's office, her mind raced with several questions about what outcome the meeting would bring. A sense of nervousness crept through her and she began to imagine worse case scenarios.A jumbled mix of emotions welled up within her as she stood outside the CEO's office. Taking a deep breath, she regained her composure and smoothed her dress. Then slowly, she pushed the door open and went inside.To her surprise, her mentor, the former head chef, was present, seated beside the CEO. She wondered what they had discussed concerning her.That was when she had a slight clue. It had been two months since she got the job at Bayside Bistro and became the

Noah and his friends at school had fun in the playground, agilely running around in excitement. The school playground vibrated with energy, children's laughter echoing off the swings and slides. Noah, his messy golden hair ruffling in the wind, chased after his friends in a heated game of tag, their sneakers squeaking on the vibrant rubber surface. Just as he sprinted towards the swings, his gaze suddenly fell upon a figure standing near the fence, partially hidden by the shade of a tall oak tree. His frame and body structure seemed eerily familiar and he couldn't help but take a few steps forward to take a closer look.Just then, his footsteps faltered, and his cheerful grin vanished. It was Desmond.Desmond stood with his arms crossed, watching him with an intense gaze as he leaned on the oak tree. His gaze held a hint of friendliness, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.Noah's feet rooted to the spot, his heart racing with mixed emotions. His friends continued playing, obliviou